#i remember there being days when id ask if i could leave early the next day

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Can't sleep. Maybe I'll pull an all-nighter then go do an eight hour shift. Nothing could go wrong.

[oneforthemunny]

boy toys |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

​​prompt: after a week of not seeing each other, eddie comes over and sees what's been getting you through your time apart.

contains: 18+ themes, minors dni. dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem! reader, slightly mean!dom!eddie, vibrator, toys, overstimulation, slapping, orgasm denial, light bondage, oral male rec, p in v sex, language

You peeked out the window, grinning when you saw the familiar van in the parking lot, Eddie stomping his cigarette out beside it. You heard the heavy footsteps, boots against the creaking wood. Before he could knock, you had the door open, arms wrapped around his neck, pushing him against the wall by your door.

Eddie let out a sound of surprise, laughing lowly into the kiss, his hands finding your waist easily, pulling you flush against him. His lips were soft, full, sweetly devouring every part of your mouth, leaving your blushing and reeling. His eyes glimmered when he pulled back, giving you a deep dimpled grin that had you swooning.

"D'ya miss me that much, sweetheart?" Eddie chuckled, hands softly rubbing down your waist.

You giggled, shrugging gently, a blush still warm across your cheeks. "Yeah," You admitted, sweetly. "I really did. It's been a long week."

And it had been.

The week had been agonizingly busy with the boutique bustling with customers, new shipments, and changing the styles to fit the new season. On top of that, Eddie's schedule and your's was conflicting, making it near impossible to see each other all week, despite working across the street from each other. You'd passed him one night after closing, where he was bouncing outside of the Hideout, checking IDs and collecting covers.

He'd grinned at you, jogging when the line emptied, pressing you into a quick kiss. "I'll see you Sunday, alright? I'm off and so are you, and we can spend the whole day together. Whatever you want to do, sweet thing."

His promise had kept you going, pushing through the draining week until finally, it was Sunday. You'd woken up early, tidying the house and making sure everything was perfect for him; for Eddie. Not that he minded, he never did, but you wanted it to be perfect.

The two of you walked into your apartment, shutting the door before your neighbor, Mrs. Franklin, could scream at the two of you for being promiscuous again. Eddie's hand hadn't left you, smoothing down your back, entwining your hand in his, pulling you into his arms to kiss you again.

"So, what'd you have planned for the day?" Eddie asked, nose pressed against yours. "Wanna go to Starcourt? I think they're opening at one, but we could go look around. See if they had those shoes you wanted."

Your heart swelled, smitten that he'd remembered such a small detail you'd told him a few weeks ago. You sighed, contently, running your hands down his arms. "Mm, maybe not today." You hummed. "I was thinking we could stay in, together. I have some movies from Family Video we could watch. I got that new scary one you wanted."

Eddie smirked. "You spoil me, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Too good to me."

You blushed, giggling. "I'm just going to change. I don't want to be in my pajamas all day." You said, his hand still lingering with yours when you pulled him to your bedroom.

"So, how did your gig go last night? I'm sorry I couldn't come." You opened your closet, flicking through the racks, while Eddie sat on your bed, the springs creaking under his weight.

"Eh, it was pretty good. Pretty good crowd, too, all things considered." Eddie looked around, taking in your room like he hadn't been in there dozens of time. He looked at the pictures, smiling at the framed one of you and him on your night stand.

"That's great." You smiled, pulling off your pajama top, and tossing it towards the hamper. Eddie picked the picture up, going to wipe a smudge when he paused, eyes widening gently. "I'll be at the next one, for sure. I just-"

"Baby," Eddie's voice purred. You turned around, brows furrowed before your face dropped. Eddie's grin was wide and salacious, eyes darkened. "Whatcha got here, huh?"

You blushed, heart jumping when you saw what he was holding. Bright purple with a long handle; your vibrator. Something a friend got you as a gag gift for a birthday years ago, but a very handy gift; especially after long weeks like this past one.

You shifted, biting your lip softly. His eyes were expectant, lifting a brow for an answer. You shrugged. "I told you it's been a long week." You said sheepishly.

Eddie chuckled darkly, standing as he examined the toy in his hand. You shrunk when he crowded you by the closet, his looming figure tall and dominant. Eddie pressed the button, the vibrator coming to life with a soft buzz. His eyes flashed down at you, a wicked, wolfish grin that had your heart hammering and center pulsing.

"Are you supposed to play with yourself without asking first?" Eddie asked. Your face dropped, eyes rounding up at him. "Hm?"

You shook your head, Eddie caught your chin in his free hand, tilting his head towards you. "I didn't think so." He tutted. "And, I just don't recall you asking me, baby."

Your heart hammered, a shiver spilling down your spine. Your stomach twisted at where the conversation was headed. "I'm sorry." You whispered. "I just... I-I-"

"Uh-uh-uh," Eddie's fingers dug harder into your jaw. "You broke my rule. You know what that means don't you, baby?"

You nodded slowly, palms sweating and shifting on your feet. Eddie turned to toy off, nodding towards your bed. "Strip. Go sit on the bed for me."

You fumbled towards the bed, pulling off your bra and pajama pants, throwing them in the hamper. Eddie looked through your closet, seeing your belts, cute and stylish, hanging on a hook. He smirked, grabbing two. Since he wasn't at his trailer, he didn't have his usual cuffs and restraints, so he'd have to make do with what he could.

You looked at him, wide eyed and awaiting. Eddie sighed heavily, shaking his head at you. "Go ahead and roll over. Hand behind your back." You obeyed, flipping over and wiggling your hips into position, clasping your hands at the small of your back.

Eddie tied them tightly, looping the belt around them, securing them firmly before lifting your hips up higher. "Legs apart." He barked, hand falling down hard on your left ass cheek.

You yelped, rocking until your legs were apart, hoping he couldn't see how wet you were already. He could, of course.

Eddie sighed, running a hand from your hip down your thigh. "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to punish you." He said, smirking at the pathetic whimper that fell from your lips. "But you just had to go and be a bad girl, didn't you, baby?" His finger slipped into you with ease, relishing in the little gasp and moan that followed.

"Is that what you are? Are you a bad girl?" Eddie asked, index finger pumping slowly in and out of you, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

You shook your head, cheek pressed into your duvet, eyes pinched together in pleasure. "No," You whined, high pitch and airy, just how he liked it.

"Oh, yes you are." Eddie tutted.

"Nuh-uh, I'm not, Eddie, 'M not." You cried, tears flooding your water line when his finger curled, grazing your sensitive spot.

"Are you arguing with me, baby?" Eddie asked, his mouth right by your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, hand grasping your hair, pulling you up so you were cheek to cheek with him.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson." Eddie whispered, leaving you shuddering at his words, hot breath tickling your neck. "Need to learn you can't be breaking my rules."

He let you go with a thud, falling back onto the mattress with a small cry. You moved your cheek to the side, hearing him stalk behind you. He picked up your vibrator, flicking it back on, the taunting buzz filling the room, making you throb.

"I'm torn," Eddie sighed, moving so you could see him, veiny hands grasping the buzzing toy. It made your mouth water. "I'm not sure if I should just not let you come, and just keep teasing and teasing you until I'm sure you've learned your lesson." Your heart dropped, lips quivering and whimpering at the threat.

He dramatically sighed again, looking down at the vibrator, examining it carefully in his hands. He was putting on a show, like when he was playing the part of the Dungeon Master or working the crowd at a show. Exaggerated.

"Or," Eddie looked at you, eyes dark and lust blown. "If I should make you cum over and over and over again until you're begging for me to stop."

Your legs clamped, shifting out of position slightly at the threat. Eddie's eyes narrowed, moving so he was behind you again. He bit his lip at the sight, your ass in the air, exposed and aching for him, at his mercy. He was hard, his bulge pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.

Eddie took the vibrating toy, running it on the inside of your thighs. Your legs quivered, shaking at the touch he was trailing on you. Your breath caught every time he got close to your center, letting the tip of the toy touch just the edge of your lips before trailing back down.

You whined, pathetic. Your body was on fire, on edge with the way he was teasing you. Eddie pressed a hand on your back, pushing your ass up further for him.

"Either way, I think I'll just use this little toy on you." Eddie purred, pressing the vibrator to your folds. You jolted, gasping and writing as it passes over your clit, sending shock of pleasure through your body. "Since you love it so much."

You moaned, loud, pornographic. The kind of moan that Eddie usually only pulled from you when he used his tongue on you, working you open while you tugged on his hair. His brows raised at the reaction, sliding it slowly up and down your slick center, barely pushing it in at your entrance before dragging it back down to your clit.

"Hm, you really do love this, don't you, whore?" Eddie asked, eyes trained on your pussy. You ground your hips closer, fists closing and white knuckled on your back.

Eddie laughed to himself, palming himself through his jeans. You could feel yourself getting closer, toes curling, hips writhing as you gasped, whimpering, moaning closer and closer until...

Your eyes snapped open, the toy removed, pulled back and still buzzing in Eddie's hand. You whipped your head back, eyes wide with shock, betrayal.

Eddie smirked, brow raised. "Oh, baby, you didn't think I'd let you cum that easy, now did you?" He grinned, watching your face crumble slightly, whining and wiggling against the restraints.

"I think I've decided," Eddie started, moving so his knee was propped on your bed, hand pushing the hair out of your face. "I don't think you deserve to cum." You cried out, lips wobbling and pouting. He could've busted right there, your pathetic, begging face. "Not that easily anyway."

He kept you like that for what seemed like hours. Teasing you with your vibrator, expertly toying with you, building up your pleasure, getting you so close just to rip it away, leaving you achy and needy.

You were sobbing, babbling and begging for him to let you cum. Eddie laughed darkly, vibrator pressed firmly against your clit, watching the sweat drip down your hair line, mixing with the tears spilling down your face. Eddie was enjoying himself, hearing you beg and cry, smug that he was the only one who could get you like this.

You felt it coming, closer and closer, you clenched around nothing, screwing your eyes shut. That white hot pleasure was building so close you were dizzy, then, just like that, taken away.

"Please," You choked on a sob, shaky, broken inhales racking your body. "Please, Eddie, I'll be good. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

"Oh? Just like you promised to follow my rules?" Eddie asked, shaking his head. "You're not too good on your word, baby girl."

"Yes, I am." You sobbed, shoulders shaking. "I am!" It was bratty and much more demanding than you meant it to be, but you were tired, and so, so desperate for him.

Eddie raised a brow, turning the soaked vibrator off. It was hot in his hand, the heat from your cunt mixed with the batteries working overtime. He set it next to you, and you sniffled, turning your head away from it.

Eddie grinned. "You sure you're a good girl?" He asked, teasing, mocking. Reaching for his zipper, he pushed down his pants, stepping out of them slowly.

You nodded furiously, eyes round and desperate; submissive. He'd finally gotten you where he wanted you. "Please," You whimpered, lower lip wobbling. Your eyes raked down his skin when he took his shirt off, lingering on his newest piece on his thigh.

Eddie hummed, pulling himself from his boxers before they slid down his legs. He pumped his length in his head, tip angry and red, already oozing pre-cum down the link. You licked your lips.

"I think that you are a good girl, deep, deep down inside." Eddie cooed at you mockingly.

His fingers wrapped around your arms, you'd lost feeling in, and freed them. You didn't get a chance to rub them long, before he had each wrist in his hand, pulling you towards him. You could feel his erection on your tummy, hard and prodding between you two.

"But I think you made a bad, bad choice." Eddie hissed, eyes narrowing. You whimpered when his hands tightened firmly around your wrist. "And you need to make it up to me. Show me you really are a good girl." 

You nodded, standing while he sat on the edge of the bed. You waited obediently, your eyes trained on his, until he opened his legs. You shuffled forward on your knees, eyes finally dropping to his length that was flush up against his tummy.

Eddie nodded at you, and you reached out, pumping the length of him gently, thumb circling his tip, spreading around his spilling seed. Eddie groaned, hips clenching to keep from bucking into your hand. This was your expertise, he'd decided. Using your soft hands and mouth all over him, working him until he was seeing stars. It was even better when you did it as a punishment, desperate and tedious as to make it up to him, regain his approval.

Your soft lips pressed kisses on the underside of his shaft, up and down the vein that was so prominent, down to his balls. You kissed them gently, nuzzling your nose into them, pulling a low groan out of Eddie's throat. He fisted the sheets of your bed, eyes closing and head tipping back.

Finally, you circled the tip of him with your tongue, hand rolling and squeezing his balls lightly, while you moved your head down, stuffing him deeply until your nose touched the hair on his pelvis. You breathed slow and controlled out of your nose, keeping yourself from gagging, swallowing him slowly.

Eddie moaned, ringed hands finding your hair, guiding you as you bobbed on his cock. He was in paradise. Your mouth velvety and wet, tiny gags pulling out of the back of your throat when his length touched it. It had his grip tightening in your hair.

He was embarrassed with how close he was. He'd been hard since the two of you started, cock throbbing and uncomfortable with every orgasm he pulled from you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, easy, baby, easy." Eddie groaned, feeling your lashes on his pelvis, nose nuzzling against him.

He pulled back on your hair, making you release him with a slurp. Eyes round and pleading, drool dripping down your chin. You knew better than to wipe it away, and deprive Eddie of seeing you so ruined.

Eddie smiled, leaning in to swipe at your mouth, spit mixed with his cum, gathering it on his thumb and pressing it into your mouth. You sucked on his finger obediently, eyes still on him.

"Hm," Eddie hummed with a sigh, long exhale out of his nose. "That was really good, baby." He smirked at the way your eyes lit up, posture straightening, his thumb still in your mouth, soft lips suctioning on the digit.

"You think you deserve to cum now?" Eddie asked, cocking his head to the side. "Think you can be a good girl for me? Learned your lesson?"

You nodded eagerly, and Eddie pulled his thumb away. He nodded at you, signaling he wanted a verbal response. "Yes," You said sweetly. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his knee, resting your chin on top of them. "Please? I'll be very good, I promise. I learned my lesson."

Normally, Eddie wouldn't allow you out of position, if it was a different scene. But the way your eyes rounded, begging and pleading, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Eddie couldn't resist.

"Fuck," He breathed, running a hand down your face, cupping your cheek.

Eddie put two fingers under your chin, pushing up until you stood. You started to get on the bed, when he stopped you, a grin on his face. "Nuh-uh, baby," Eddie shook his head. "I think if you want to cum, you gotta do it yourself."

You blinked, confused, before Eddie laid back, propping himself up on your headboard, arms behind his head. You pouted, face falling slightly. You were hoping Eddie would finish you out, pounding into you so hard, you were convinced he was in your brain. Instead, he wanted you to ride him.

Eddie nodded towards his dick. "Don't tell me you're surprised, baby." Eddie laughed, in a tone that made your cheeks heat. "You were such a bad girl, and you expected me to make you cum?" He shook his head, tsking at you.

"No, no, you're doin' the work this time, sweetheart." Eddie grinned at you.

You sighed, climbing onto the bed with shaky legs, straddling your thighs over each of his. The stretch was a little uncomfortable in your groin, but the aching between your legs was worse.

You planted your hands on either side of his shoulders, his hands going to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as you sank down onto his hard length. You whimpered, closing your eyes at the feeling, head tipping back.

You sunk slow until you were filled, his tip hitting your spongey walls making you clench. "Fuck, baby, you keep doin' that 'm not gonna last." Eddie groaned, hands gripping the meat of your ass hard.

You swiveled your hips, grinding into the coarse hair at the base of him for some friction before lifting, slow and calculated. You got into a rhythm, nails digging into his shoulders while his roamed your body, your legs, hips, thighs, ass, waist, grabbing and gripping at anything and everything.

Eddie dropped his head into your neck when you slammed down, rocking your hips in a figure eight pattern that had you both gasping, moaning out. Eddie's hips started thrusting up to meet yours, and by the look on his face, eyes pinched and neck flushed, he was close.

You whimpered when your hips collided, knocking the sensitive spot in you that had you seeing stars. Eddie noticed, hips meeting again with another hard thrust that had you crying out, nails biting down on his shoulders, and velvety wet walls clamping around him. When you lifted up, Eddie's cock was covered in your creamy spend.

Eddie thrusted a few more times up into you, holding your hips up and guiding them back down as you came down from your own high, tired and sloppy against him. Eddie thrusted one final time before you felt the familiar warmth inside you.

Eddie grunted, cursing and groaning out your name, emptying himself inside of you. His orgasm was big, thick ropes shooting out into you, each one deeper and harder than the last. Normally he'd be embarrassed, hiding in your neck and muttering some kind of excuse, but this time he didn't care. It had been a long week for him too.

You collapsed into his chest, his heaving matching yours, kisses stamped along your hair line, hands roaming your sweaty naked bodies. He was still in you, softening with every breath he took in his come down.

"Did s'good for me, baby." Eddie muttered into your hair, clinging you close to him. "Always s'good for me. My good girl."

You flushed with the praise, warmth filling your chest in the post-orgasm glow. Eddie helped you to the shower, the two of you cleaning each other gently, sharing soft touches and kisses that left you giggly and blushing.

Eddie watched you rummage through your drawers, finding him sweatpants and a t-shirt he'd left over. "You still wanna watch a movie?" Eddie asked, shaking his curly ringlets out, rubbing the towel on them.

You nodded, slipping on your panties on still wobbly legs. "If you want to," You looked at him with a smile. "We can order take-out, too, if you want. Taty says the new Chinese place is really good. I've got a coupla menus in the kitchen you can look at, if you want."

Eddie nodded, grabbing your towel out of the floor, tossing it towards your bathroom hamper. You sat down on the bed, hissing before sitting up, moving the sheets to see what you sat on. Your face flushed when you lifted the vibrator, holding it in your hand as you turned to Eddie.

He smirked, arms crossing over his bare, inked chest. "Now, what are you gonna do with that, little lady?" He asked in a drawl that had you giggling and blushing.

You moved towards the bathroom, setting it on the counter. "'M gonna clean it, then it's going away." You batted your eyes at him. "Promise."

Eddie grinned, stalking over to you, resting an arm on the doorway above you. "Maybe we could use it again." Eddie suggested. "I'll use it on you, but in the way you like. Maybe tie you up, blindfold you, and see how many times I can get you to cum. Whatdaya say?"

You blushed, grinning so yours matched his. "I think that sounds like a pretty good night." You winked at him, setting it on the counter and shutting off the light. Eddie followed you down the hall, pinching your ass just to hear you squeal.

"Ya know," You started, hunched into your drawer to get the menus. "Some guys use vibrators too." You had a wicked smile on your face, one that had Eddie's mouth running dry. "Maybe I could use it on you next time."

It was Eddie's turn to blush, running a hand down his face to try to hide it as you slid him the menu, turning to grab him a beer out of the fridge.

A few weeks later, Eddie was back in your apartment, hands tied to your bed post while you worked the purple vibrator on him.

He was beginning to become more and more fond of the toy.

[urfavouritegirlie]

Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

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Wrong player, right time: Part 1 (Pablo Gavi, Pedri x Reader)

Part 2

**Hi! 😊 So...I was asked to write some sort of love triangle and while I liked the idea, I thought I could do something a bit different. Hopefully you like it. And because this ended up being so long, it’s divided in two. The next part will be posted tomorrow so not a lot of waiting 😉 Enjoy!! ❤️**

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“I got a present for you”.

Your mum’s words made you look up. “Why?”

“For passing your exam. And it kind of is related to that”.

You frowned slightly, smiling at the same time. Last year, you decided to retake a few classes to get a higher grade and study the major you really wanted to study in university. It had been a crazy decision to many but you were sure of it and it paid off. You got the grade you needed and were accepted at the university in Barcelona.

“Ok, tell me!”

“You are going to Barcelona this weekend. I want you to be able to know the city better and to see the area where you’ll be living”.

“Mum! Oh my God!”

Getting up, you ran to hug your mum.

“And…I might have gotten a ticket for the football match too”.

“Stop! You’re the best! Thank you!”

“You’ve worked hard and deserve it. Once you start the uni year, there won’t be time for much fun”.

There was no time to waste. It was Wednesday and your flight was on Friday, so you needed to pack everything and start planning. You had been to Barcelona before but never for too long, so this was a great opportunity to familiarize yourself with the beautiful city.

The weather was supposed to be good, so you packed a lot of cute summery outfits. The sun didn’t bless you with its presence as often in your home city of Santander, so it was also something else you could enjoy during the weekend.

You barely got any sleep the night before your trip and after checking you had your boarding pass and your ID about seventy times, you made your way to the small airport.

The flight was quick and soon you found yourself on your way to the hotel you would stay at the next couple of days. You pretty much threw the suitcase on the floor and went out again to see the city.

And that was how you spent the Friday and Saturday in Barcelona, trying to see as much as you could and visiting the student residence where you were going to live once you moved there.

Sunday was going to be your last full day there but it was also the most exciting. Finally, you were going to visit the Camp Nou. Actually, you visited it as a kid but couldn’t remember being there. But now it was time to fully enjoy the experience.

The atmosphere was incredible. You usually went to watch matches when Racing de Santander played at home but your main team was Barça. And, funnily enough, a former Racing player was now playing for Barça. You had met him a few times but doubted he would remember you. Players met so many people every day.

“First time?”

“Pardon?”, you asked, turning to look at the man on the seat next to yours.

“You look like it’s your first time here. And like a kid in a toy store”.

“Yes”, you laughed. “I’ve been wanting to watch a match here my entire life”.

“Well, let’s hope it’s a good one”.

While it wasn’t the match of the century, it was quite entertaining. Barça went 2-0 up early and got to play a bit more relaxed after a couple of not-so-great results.

The second half meant a few players you didn’t get to see up close before were now playing near the area where you were sitting. One of those players was the famous Gavi. You couldn’t lie and pretend you weren’t one of those girls who thought he was really cute. But the one you liked the most, Pedri, was injured. So it was a bummer you didn’t get to see him play. Oh well, Gavi was a good substitute.

“Gavi! Look at all the space those defenders are leaving near the box. Use it!”

You didn’t even realise you were yelling. You never did. And it’s not as if the rest of the fans were quiet but Gavi was very close to your seat and heard your words.

“Ok, coach!”, he said, looking at you and smiling at your surprised face.

“I…”.

“You’re blushing”, laughed the man that had introduced himself as José. You had been chatting a bit during the match.

“I feel so silly. I never realise they can hear me. I’m too used to screaming at the tv”.

That only made him laugh more.

A couple of minutes later, the ball fell on Gavi’s feet again and the defenders left the same space you had warned him about before. And he took the chance to run to the box and give a pass to Lewandowski that gave Barça their third goal.

Everyone got up to cheer and when you finally sat down, you saw Gavi walking towards you, a big smile on his face.

“Thanks for the heads up!”

“Eh…you’re welcome?”

José’s laugh could probably be heard back at your parent’s house. God, you were so embarrassed.

The match ended with a 3-0 win for Barça and you couldn’t be happier with that result. It was the perfect ending to your weekend. But…there was more that was going to happen before you went back home.

“Someone wants to talk to you”, said José.

“Who?”

You looked at where he was pointing and saw Gavi walking towards you while taking his shirt off. He gestured for you to get closer so he could give you the shirt and you walked almost not believing what was happening.

“For me?”

“Yes. We wouldn’t have scored that third goal without your advice. I’ll tell Xavi that if he needs some help, I know the right person”.

You giggled, blushing. “I’m free for the next match if he needs me”.

“I would love to see you on the bench. You wouldn’t be as far from me then”.

Not knowing what to say, you extended your arm to get the shirt. And once you had it, Gavi left to join his teammates.

“He was flirting with you”, said Jóse, making you blush even more.

You put the shirt on your face, trying to hide. But it was too late. The cameras had seen it all.

                                   **

Gavi expected you to post something about getting his shirt on Instagram, so he kept checking the photos he was tagged in on social media…but nothing. You were nowhere to be found.

He was used to hearing things yelled at him at the matches. Often insults and usually it was men who did it. So when he heard your voice, it caught his attention a bit more. And what you said actually made sense. He had noticed what you pointed out and was thinking about telling his teammates to try and take advantage of that defensive weakness from the other team. But it was hearing you say it that made him do it before he even told the others. He wanted to impress you.

What he didn’t want was for the entire country to know about the interaction but he should have known better. All eyes were on him at matches and, of course, the cameras had picked up everything that happened.

“El día después”, a football programme that had been created before he was even born was very famous for their section “Lo que el ojo no ve” (What the eye doesn’t see). They usually caught funny moments of the matches and put them together in a video. People loved that. And this time, they found the best clips for it at the Barça match. They filmed all of your interactions with him and subtitled them.

Gavi was rewatching the video in the training ground with some of his teammates, and they all teased him when the guy who was next to you told you that Gavi had been flirting with you and you blushed and hid your face. He hadn’t seen that when it happened and it made him smile knowing you seemed to like him too. But still, no post on social media.

“She’s gorgeous”, said Pedri.

“I know”.

Gavi couldn’t stop smirking and daydreaming about you showing up at the next match.

“What are you all doing?”, asked the other Pablo, Torre, when he got to the dressing room.

“Watching a video of Gavi’s girlfriend”, said Ferrán.

“You have one? I didn’t know”.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Pablo. Don’t listen to them. But come watch the video”.

Gavi played the video again and when the camera showed you, Torre asked him to pause.

“I know her”.

“You do?”, Gavi couldn’t believe that. He might be able to find you after all.

“She’s from Santander, like me. I saw her at all the Racing matches”.

“Do you know her name?”

“No, but….”, he took his phone out and went on Instagram, “I took a lot of photos with her and she tagged me on Instagram when she posted them, so we should be able to find her”.

“I love you, Pablito”, said Gavi, kissing his teammate’s head.

“Save the kisses for her, bro”.

It took longer than they expected but there it was, a post you made on Torre’s final match for Racing. Gavi took a screenshot of it so he could send you a message later. But if you were from Santander…well, that complicated things a bit but it didn’t make anything impossible.

He spent some time looking at your posts and then had to go to training. There was time to keep stalking later. But when he finally got home and went to check your profile, it was private. That was odd.

                                  **

The last thing you expected after your trip to Barcelona was for a video of you to go viral. When you were sent the youtube clip, you couldn’t believe it. And the comments…they made you want to never check your social media again.

But then you noticed a lot of notifications on your Instagram. How on earth had Gavi’s fans found your profile? It was too much. So you privated your profile and removed all the new followers you got. You were just a normal girl and didn’t want to be involved in any drama.

Your mum found out what had happened and invited you to go out with her to stop overthinking. You turned the wifi and data off and forgot about all of it.

But then you got home and the wifi connected to your phone and one of the notifications caught your eye immediately. Why was Gavi sending you DM’s on Instagram?

[Pablogavi]: Hi! Sorry about all the drama that the video has caused. You ok?

How did he find your Instagram? But it was really nice to see he actually cared.

[You]: Hi! I’m alright, don’t worry. Thanks for asking.

[Pablogavi]: Let me know if you need me to say something on social media or whatever.

[You]: I will, thanks.

[You]: How did you find my Instagram?

[Pablogavi]: Torre recognised you on the video and helped me find you.

[Pablogavi]: Does it sound stalkerish? 😶

[You]: A bit 😂

[You]: But I’m glad you contacted me.

How had your life become so surreal so quickly? All because of a silly comment you couldn’t help but scream.

[Pablogavi]: Feel free to be the one who contacts me if you ever come back to Barcelona.

[You]: I’m moving there soon. For uni.

[Pablogavi]: Best news you could give me 😀

“Who are you talking to?”

Your mum’s voice startled you and made you almost drop the phone. “Nobody”.

“Right. Why were you blushing and smiling then?”

“Just watching some funny videos”.

You didn’t normally keep secrets from your parents but what were they going to think if, after what they saw on that video, you told them Gavi was flirting with you on Instagram?

So you didn’t tell them but kept on speaking with him. And you kept thinking about going to Barcelona before you had to move there…so you could see him. You had seen some comments online about how you had made your account private right before he started to follow you and that worried you. As exciting as talking to a cute football player was, you didn’t want people harassing you because of it. And now it seemed like so many people had already decided you were his girlfriend.

“Will it be ok for me to go to Barcelona this weekend?”, you asked in the middle of dinner three weeks after your previous trip.

“What for?”, asked your dad. “Do you need to do any uni stuff there? I thought you could do it all online”.

“Yes, it’s not uni related. I just wanted to go again and…meet some friends and stuff”.

“You have friends in Barcelona? Since when?”

Your mum was suspicious and for a reason. The way your face got all red while you were lying to them didn’t help.

“Honey, we might not use social media but we aren’t dumb. And when people talk about your daughter, you listen. Is it Gavi that’s invited you to go see him?”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think”, you rushed to say.

“We weren’t born yesterday. Of course it is what we think it is. But…you aren’t a kid anymore. We can’t forbid you from going and you’ll move there soon anyway. But please be careful”.

“I always am”.

“We know”, said your mum, holding your hand. “You are smart and we trust you. Do we trust a football player’s intentions?”

“We don’t”, answered your dad.

“Keep trusting me, then”.

                                    **

“Someone’s happy…and in a hurry”, said Pedri, sitting down next to an already dressed Gavi. “I’ve never seen you get ready so fast”.

“I’ve got plans”, smiled his friend.

“I can guess which type of plans”.

“My Santander girl is coming to Barcelona again”.

“I still think she’s too pretty for you”.

“Don’t be jealous, Pepi. She’s an only child but we might find a pretty cousin for you or something”.

“Is she staying with you?”

“No, she’s staying at a hotel but we have a couple of dates planned. And she might change her mind about where she stays after that”.

“Or she might run back to Santander after talking to you for more than 10 minutes”.

Gavi laughed and left the training centre to go find you. The taxi was waiting for him already.

Once at the train station, he tried not to be recognized but it was always a lost battle. It was while taking some photos with a kid that he saw you.

“Sorry guys, I have to go”.

You were looking around and smiled when you finally saw him.

“Hi”, you said, hugging him. “So good to finally see you in person”.

“Yeah, same. Should I take you to the hotel so you can leave your suitcase? Then we can go grab some food”.

“Sounds good”.

You did just that and soon found yourself walking around Barcelona, on your way to a restaurant that was great, according to Gavi. Well, at least you were learning about where to eat for when you moved there.

The food was great. The rest of the date…it wasn’t his fault. Or yours. But there was no spark. The excitement you had felt while you texted was gone. And he was feeling the same way. Well, that was disappointing.

Gavi had planned on trying to ask you to go to his place after dinner but what was the point? He wouldn’t be surprised if you actually ran away home like Pedri had said.

And when you got to the hotel, you buried your head in the pillow, feeling so stupid about how wrong it all went.

                                  **

“Someone isn’t looking so happy today”.

“Stop”, said Gavi, putting his hands on his face.

“What happened?”

“The date was a disaster, Pedri. A disaster!”

“What did you do?”

“Why does it have to be me?”

“You’re more likely to mess up”, he shrugged.

“It’s just…there was no connection. And it’s not as if she isn’t an interesting person”.

"Or gorgeous”.

“Yeah, that too. But we just felt so uncomfortable in each other’s company. It was so weird”.

“Are you seeing her today? Maybe things change”.

“Well, I have to see her. She is here because of me, I can’t just leave her alone. But…could you maybe come with us?”

“I don’t want to third wheel”.

“It wouldn’t be that. Just, I don’t know, maybe having someone else there helps”.

Pedri didn’t want to tell his friend but the only reason why he accepted was a very selfish one. He wanted to meet you. Every time Gavi mentioned you or showed the boys a photo of you, he cursed his back luck. Maybe if he hadn’t been injured, it would have been him who talked to you at the match.

You were waiting for your “date” to arrive, checking your phone nervously. Maybe the second date would be better than the first. There was some hope.

But then you saw he wasn’t alone and that confirmed he had a terrible time with you too. You tried to see who it was he was with and then realised it was Pedri. The player you actually had a crush on.

“Hi. Do you mind if Pedri comes with us today?”

“No, not all. Hi!”

You tried not to be too obvious but could tell Gavi was looking at you funny. And when Pedri smiled at you, you just knew you were blushing.

“Nice to finally meet you”.

“Nice to meet you too”.

Soon, it was Gavi that felt like he was third wheeling but he didn’t really mind. It wasn’t as if his friend was trying to steal a girl he had a chance with from him. It was clear you two were not meant for each other, but maybe Pedri could be a bit luckier.

“Sometimes I feel like I just signed for Barça because of the beach. I wouldn’t be able to live in Madrid or somewhere without a beach”.

“Same”, you laughed. “I can’t wait to visit all the beaches here. It’s going to make me feel less homesick”.

“Pedri can show you his favourite one”, said Gavi, making you both look at him. Had you forgotten he was there? Kinda.

“That’d be nice”, you said.

“The one near his house is really pretty. Why don’t you go today? The weather is great”.

Pedri looked at his friend, a bit confused. But when he saw the way he raised his eyebrows, he got it.

You quickly finished your dinner and made your way to Pedri’s house, where he parked his car so you could then walk to the beach.

“Sorry about today”.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Well, Gavi sent you to babysit me and you probably had other plans. It’s just…I guess he could tell it wasn’t working between us or whatever. You didn’t have to look after me. It’s fine”.

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do”.

You looked down, biting your lip. And feeling all the butterflies you expected to feel with Gavi but that never showed up.

The silence that accompanied you while you walked on the beach wasn’t a bad one. It was nice.

“I like to sit there and just look around. It sounds a bit boring, I know”.

“We could do that”, you said quickly, not finding the idea boring at all.

“Come, I’ll let you sit on the comfiest stone”.

That made you laugh.

“It’s a shame you and Gavi didn’t work. He was very excited about seeing you”.

“Yeah. I guess it happens”.

“You could still be friends when you move here, though. He’s a good guy, he’ll be happy to help you with whatever you need”.

“Can I ask for your help too?”

“Of course”.

Sitting there with him was making you feel a bit more bold. Having a crush on someone you didn’t know personally could lead to disappointment when you got to spend some time with that person. But with Pedri…it was the complete opposite.

“You know. I had a crush on a Barça player but it wasn’t Gavi”.

Pedri looked at you after that comment, frowning.

“Torre?”

“What? No, why would you…”.

“Well, he’s the one who recognized you. And he mentioned you asked him for photos a lot. I just guessed”.

“Do you want to guess again?”

“Can I get a little hint? Blonde or brunette? Spaniard or from another country?”

“I’ll give you the best hint. No way you don’t guess right after that”.

He turned to look at you when you didn’t continue talking and you leaned to kiss him. You could tell he was surprised at first, but he responded to the kiss quickly.

“Can you guess now?”

“I might need another one of those hints…”.

You laughed, moving to kiss him again. Yeah, he didn’t disappoint.

"Does this count as stealing my friend's girl?"

"I don't think so".

"Good".

                                  **

Your final day in Barcelona was spent with Pedri and it was perfect. You kept making promises to each other but you weren’t stupid. The summer holidays were coming and you wouldn’t be with him. So you decided to not try and date until you moved to Barcelona in August. Mostly to save yourself the heartbreak if you opened Instagram one day to see him with another girl while on holiday.

Your parents didn’t buy that nothing had happened with Gavi when they saw the way you looked when you got back home. And after some pestering, you told them what really happened.

The holidays were pretty uneventful for you. And by the time they were almost over, you just spent your days packing your things and getting ready for the big move.

[Pedri ❤️]: will you be in Santander next week?

What an odd message. You had been texting non-stop but you didn’t expect that question now.

[You]: yes, why?

[Pedri ❤️]: I’m coming to see you 😉

He what?

[You]: you don’t have to. We’ll see each other in Barcelona soon.

[Pedri ❤️]: I want to see you. Is that ok?

[You]: of course. I just didn’t expect you to come to see me here.

[Pedri ❤️]: I’ve been dying to see you since the day you left.

And you had been dying to see him since that very same day too. So you planned his little trip, still not believing this was happening.

“Hey!”, you waved at him at the airport, feeling overwhelmed by his presence.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, mi amor”, he said, hugging you and not caring about the looks you were getting from people. “Missed me?”

“Maybe a little”.

“Liar”.

More people started to look at you, recognising Pedri. So you took him to your car to drive him to his hotel.

"My parents want to meet you", you blurted out, afraid of scaring him.

"Ok".

"You're ok with it? I mean, we aren't even dating officially but…you know, they just want to take the opportunity of having you here to talk".

"Yes, it makes sense. And you keep saying we are not dating but that's not how I see it".

You looked at him quickly before looking at the road again. "How do you see it?"

"To me, we started dating the day we met. We are just waiting until we live in the same city to see each other often and I guess do more couple stuff".

"So should I introduce you to my parents as my boyfriend?"

"It'll probably be nicer for them to hear that than calling me the guy you hooked up with once because you actually didn't like my friend".

The laugh that came out of you scared you and you gripped the steering wheel tighter while trying not to laugh more.

But on that first day, you didn't see your parents. You spent the whole day with your boyfriend and if that was an indication of how life was going to be in Barcelona, you couldn't move there fast enough.

Pedri charmed your parents too when he met them and you could tell they were a bit less worried about letting their daughter hang out with a football player.

"I'll see you in…10 days", you told Pedri when you took him to the airport. He started preseason the next day.

"10 loooong days. I might not survive".

"You'll be fine", you hugged him tightly, not ready to let go. "I'm the one who will struggle".

"We facetime every day, ok? I need to see your pretty face".

You nodded, kissing him before walking to the security area with him.

"See you soon".

                                  **

Your dad was helping you take the last box from the car to your room when you heard screaming in the hallway. Was this going to be a daily occurrence?

"It's Pedri! And Gavi!"

"Oh no…".

You got out of the room and saw your boyfriend walking towards your room. He had promised to help with the moving but ended up having to stay longer for training. But there he was, and Gavi was there too, making every girl in the building go insane.

"What are you doing here?"

Your dad told them to get inside the room and closed the door, so people wouldn't see you.

"No kiss?", he asked and then looked at your dad. "Sorry?"

But your dad just shook his head and Pedri gave you a quick kiss and hugged you.

"Did you bring Gavi here to see if I had changed my mind about who I liked?"

"So funny".

"I was brought here for my muscles", said Gavi, flexing said muscles.

"You are here because I have to drive you around and I didn't want to waste more time going all the way to your house".

"I can help anyway".

When everything was in place, you decided to leave. Your dad wanted to take you to dinner before leaving. And now both Pedri and Gavi were invited to that dinner.

On the way out, you tried to keep your distance from your boyfriend, not wanting to create rumours on your first day there. But the problem was that it was Gavi who walked by your side and that didn't create a rumour. It only made the one that already existed bigger.

Some of the girls took photos of you two walking together and laughing and posted them on Instagram.

"Ok then. You can't visit me if this is what's going to happen".

"You ok?"

You nodded, not feeling sure about being ok. You were dating one person while everyone seemed to think you were dating his best friend. It was…weird.

And it wasn't the last time something like that happened. You started to go to every Barça match at home, wearing your Barça shirt but not showing the back. So, of course, everyone assumed you were wearing Gavi's.

It got to the point where you didn't want to post about the matches. Your account was private but someone was clearly posting your photos with other accounts and you didn't know who it could be. So no posting was the solution. Every time you posted with Pedri, it was stories for your close friends. And those were never leaked, thankfully.

                                  **

"What happened?", you asked one of the girls that lived with you when you got there and saw all the people on your floor.

"A pipe burst and we have no water. And the water messed something up and half of us have no electricity".

"Huh…we can't stay here, then".

"Where are we supposed to go?", she asked. "Not all of us can go to our rich boyfriend's mansion like you will".

"Whatever", you rolled your eyes and went to your room to pick up some clothes and your books.

"Say hi to Gavi from me!"

You were still shaking your head when you closed your door.

"Hi! You're on speaker. I'm driving to the stadium".

"Sorry. I've got no water or electricity at my place. Can I stay with you until it's back?"

"Of course", said Pedri, not doubting his answer for a second, which made you smile. "And for the record, it wasn't me who did whatever it's that happened just so you stay with me".

"Don't believe him".

"Hi, Pablito! And don't worry, I don't believe him. I'll see you after the match, ok?"

"Looking forward to it".

"Good luck boys!"

                                    **

After the match, you waited for the boys near Pedri's car. They didn't take long to get there and you hugged both of them to congratulate them for the win. But your boyfriend got a longer hug.

"Sit behind him", said Pedri when you walked to sit behind the driver's seat, his seat.

"Why?"

"So I can see you while I drive".

"Oh my God", Gavi was rolling his eyes and Pedri glared at him.

But you did as he said and he started to drive. You could also see him better like this so you weren't going to complain.

When you were getting out of the stadium, you saw all the fans waiting. You put your hood on and tried to hide from all of them but they were surrounding the car.

Looking up from your phone for two seconds, you saw all the people trying to get a good look at you.

"It's her", you heard them say, "the girl Gavi is dating".

"See? I told you they were together".

You saw Pedri's jaw clenching and Gavi told him to drive so they wouldn't make you uncomfortable. He turned to see if you were ok and dozens of phones were out to film the interaction.

"Oh my God, he's so sweet looking after her", was the last thing you heard before Pedri drove past all the fans.

"Sorry about that", said Gavi.

"It's ok".

But you knew it wasn't ok. Because your boyfriend didn't say a word the whole drive to Gavi's and barely acknowledged him when he said goodbye.

You quickly moved to the passenger's seat and tried to get his attention but he wasn't in the mood.

"Are you ok?", you asked him when you got home.

"No, I'm really tired. Tired of everyone thinking my girlfriend is dating my friend".

"Who cares what they think? It's just because of that video. But you know the truth. We know the truth".

"What truth?", he said, raiding his voice. You had never heard him speak like that.

"What do you mean?"

"The truth about how you two spent weeks flirting and then you came here to be with him?"

"Are you for real?", you couldn't believe him. "You know how that ended. Why are you bringing that up now? I'm here with you, am l not?"

"Maybe you should just go with him. Everyone seems to think that".

"I don't think that".

But no matter what you said, he wouldn't look at you. It was breaking your heart. So you left…and there was only one place you could go to.

[seriesxwriting]

Hi darling!

I absolutely love your writing and I actually have a request. Although if you’re not comfortable writing it that’s totally okay, because it’s a bit of a difficult subject

Could I request an rafe x plus-size reader where she’s struggling with her weight, and one day he comes by un announced and he finds her throwing up in the bathroom? Like he tries to comfort her but she’s pushing him away but in the end she lets him and she breaks down in his arms?

I’ve been really struggling myself lately, and I can’t ask for help or for someone to comfort me because no one knows about it so I guess reading about being comforted is the next best thing lol.

Again if you’re not comfortable writing this that’s totally okay <33

Thank you so much lovely! I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing!! I’m sorry that your going through that just remember your more than a number and we’re all beautiful it our own ways, please don’t hurt yourself <33

I’d do anything for you

W Rafe Cameron

Warnings- main character is struggling with weight, forcefully throwing up. Kissing, probably swearing somewhere you know what I’m like.

Series- outer banks

Summary- request <3

(I will proof read this later)

“Good morning, beautiful” Rafe whispered with a smile “too early shush” I shook my head pulling the covers over my face to hide the sunlight. “It’s almost ten” he laughed pulling them back off me. “That’s early” I whined finally giving into the sunlight. And Rafe. “I was sleeping in fact I was actually dreaming very peacefully may I add” “I’m sorry, I missed you” he grinned cheekily, leaning over the top of me, lowering his head for a kiss.

“Your lucky your cute or id be angry” my hand came up to holding the back of his head as our lips met for a few seconds. “Your so funny in the mornings” “im glad one of us is having fun” I sat up rubbing my eyes “but if this happens again I’ll have to ban you from sleeping over”. Rafe laughed shaking his head “so dramatic” “you love it” “I do” he said quickly following my reply.

“Your forgiven, I guess I do like waking up to you- which I won’t be able to do if you go on that business trip” I looked at him pouting “I have to go” Rafe smiled pulling me under his arm keeping me close. “But I’ll miss you” he kissed the top of my head gently. “Yeah me too” “don’t be sad love I’ve promised you that I’ll spend the whole day with you” Rafe reminded me, but I was still sad.

I hated when he left on his business trips. They always stressed Rafe out as well but he was adamant he had to prove himself. “And I’ll come see you the day I get back like I always do” “good” I kissed his hand smiling up at him. “So what do you want to do on my last day in the outer banks?” He raised an eyebrow squeezing me. “Um” I thought for a moment pretending to stroke an imaginary beard. “We could go to the beach” rafe suggested with a little twinkle. “No” I shook my head seriously.

“why do you hate the beach so much” Rafe questioned stroking my arm up and down. “I- I don’t I just don’t want to go” “is there a reason” he wondered out loud. “No” I replied bluntly hiding the real reason. “Okay love, but you know you can talk to me about anything Rafe kissed the top of my head supportively. “Can we just stay in? Watch some movies?” I questioned looking up at him. “Yeah sounds good Oo- we can order Chinese too I haven’t had one in donkeys” Rafe smirked wiggling his eyebrow. “Uh- yeah sure alright”.

So me and Rafe did exactly that, we stayed in my bed all day cuddling and watching what ever Netflix had to offer. We ordered our take away at around fiveish but when the sun disappeared and the birds went in for the night rafe got ready to leave me. For two weeks. He began packing his bag which I had to then take out and fold everything he’d scrunched in there.

“What would I do without you?” Rafe smiled across at me, watching me zip it up. “You’d wear creased clothes” I shrugged hiding a cheeky smirk on my face. A laugh tumbled out of the boys mouth. “The question is- what am I going to do without you” I asked him passing the bag into his hands. “I’ll face time you” “I know, just take it easy rafe don’t let it all stress you out you e proved yourself multiple times”

“It’s not about that y/n- not anymore” Rafe shook his head. “When my dad passes down his company to me, I need to keep it successful so I can provide for you and whatever family we have in the future”. My heart skipped a beat. I loved hearing Rafe talk about our future, it made me feel so excited. “I’ll never understand how I got so lucky with you rafe Cameron”. We both traveled downstairs hand in hand stoping at the front door. Rafe stepped out onto the doorstep before looking at me once more time.

“I’ll see you soon beautiful” Rafe leant down to kiss my lips softly and leant his his forehead against mine. “I love you” I made known quietly “I love you too y/n” he admitted tucking my soft hair behind my ear before treading down my stone steps towards his car. I waited there, leaning against the door watching Rafe with a little but noticeable smile on my lips until he drove out of sight. He was perfect. Just perfect. And I missed him already.

-next morning-

*knock knock*

“Rafe!? Y/n told me you had left for your trip by now?” My mother opened the door to the boy with a surprised look painted on her face. “Yeah I was supposed to be, it was cancelled though- thought I’d tell y/n in person” Rafe couldn’t hide the excitement on his face. It shows even in his body language.

“Awe she’ll be so happy- non stop she’s been telling me her plans to busy herself for two weeks” y/m/n laughed opening the door widely to let Rafe into the house. “Where is she?” “Uh- she hasn’t come down this morning- must be still sleeping” mother laughed shutting the door behind the boy. “Wouldn’t surprise me” Rafe started “She’s not a morning person” they both said at the same time laughing at the coincidence.

“I’ll go wake her up, thanks y/m/n” Rafe waved as he climbed the stairs, winding through the corridors to my bedroom. He opened the shut door to see the covers bunched up at the bottom of my bed. The boys ears twitched hearing a strange sound from the on-sweet, the door was slightly open. His eyes crossed trying to sus it out as his forhead wrinkled.

Rafe made his way over pushing the door open fully seeing me kneeling on the floor over the toilet with my fingers in my mouth throwing up my insides into the toilet bowl. “Y/n? What are you doing?” “Rafe- what are you doing here go away!” my eyes grew wide as tears started to come through. “Why are you doing that?” His face dropped in sadness and in complete shock.

“Just go away Rafe!” I raised my voice slightly but he didn’t listen. He walked over to me closing the lid of the toilet and sinking to his knees trying to embrace me. “Stop it! Just stop it” I shook my head pushing his hands away from me. The first tear dropped out my eye in that moment. “No y/n, I’m not going anywhere” he grabbed my hand that was pushing him and held it. “Why aren’t you listening to me- Just go away Rafe i don’t deserve you” I cried giving into him anyway.

I didn’t really want him to leave me. Secretly. His arms wrapped round me and one of his hands held my head against his chest. He didn’t say anything for a while, until my cry turned into a little sob. “Why are you doing that- why didn’t you tell me you were doing that?” He questioned keeping me close, Rafe’s voice sounded shaky. “Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m doing it” “I don’t?” Rafe replied sounding genuine.

“Look at me Rafe!” I pulled away to look into his face. “Y/n i can never stop looking at you” he shook his head, his eyes and face were soft. “Your beautiful” “stop it stop lying to me” “why would I lie to you?” He queried making me laugh. It was the only way I could cope with the awkwardness of the situation. “Stop laughing this is serious” Rafe warned me. “Look at you rafe and then look at your girlfriend”

“I don’t know why you think I see you as anything other than beautiful- I’m in love with you y/n” he held my face with his hand. “Why don’t you see what I see?” Rafe questioned quietly “I don’t know Rafe- I wish I did but I don’t” my shoulders shrugged once heavily. Rafe pulled me into his arms again “tell me something” rafe whispered in my ear “What do I say to you every morning”.

I thought for a second thinking back to our mornings. “Good morning beautiful” i said in a small voice “and what about when I leave you? What do I say every time” Rafe squeezed me gently “I’ll see you soon beautiful” I answered with an eyebrow raise as realisation bagan to sink in. “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you y/n I love you the way you are, your beautiful the exact way you are”

“I understand you think that Rafe but I don’t see that- I feel insecure I don’t feel happy within myself” “y/n I will help you through this I will support you through this but doing that isn’t the way” he shook his head gently stroking my hair. I looked at the floor knowing deep down he was right. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, ever” Rafe admitted throwing me a sad look. I’d never seen that look on him. “Please just promise me you’ll talk to me instead of doing this again- it’s so pernicious y/n”

“Okay- I’ll talk to next time I feel like doing it” I nodded but then my face scrunched up and I looked at him confused. “Wait- your not breaking up with me?” “What? No of course why would you think that” rafe desperately replied with a wrinkled forhead. I didn’t have a good answer for that so I just shrugged my shoulders. Rafe stood up holding his hand out, helping me stand up. Wrapping an arm over my shoulder he brought me in front of a mirror.

“I love you y/n, i see my future in you- I see my future, wife the future mother of my children and my beautiful girlfriend” he said to me through the mirror making me smile widely leaning my head against his shoulder. “You see all of that?” I looked up at him “even when you cry your beautiful” rafe whispered wiping the tears off my wet cheeks. “And I’ll keep telling you that until you believe me” “thank you Rafe” i faintly spoke.

He kiss my forehead squeezing his eyes shut. “No need to thank me beautiful, I’d do anything for you”.

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[immissingmaxx]

My Mascot// Tendou Satori

Chapter Five: Tease

Summary: Now that Tendou knows the full identity of his “Mystery Mascot,” he can’t seem to get enough.

Warnings: Slightly whipped Tendou, mentions of partying, sneaking out, Tendou annoying his friends AND you

Word count: 1690

"And then she said she'll see me at the next game. Can you believe it Wakatoshi-kun?" I spread my blanket over my bed.

"No I can't. So you found her, right after you left saying you'll find her?"

"I'm just that amazing." I flopped into my bed. Its hard sleeping top bunk but its better than sleeping under a behemoth. I can't even imagine how restless id be.

Ushijima closed his textbook, looking back at me from our shared desk.

"So, you'll stop trying to seek her out now."

"Of course i will, because i found her." I fluffed my pillow and hugged it close to my chest, sitting on my bed facing him.

"You know what i mean. Tendou." Ushijima bored his eyes into mine. Of course i know what he means, but it's embarrassing that he thinks that.

"I just.. want to get close to her. Then I'll be satisfied." I hugged my pillow tighter. Ushijima stood up, putting his things away.

"First you needed to know who she was, then you needed to see her, and now you need to get close to her." I stayed quiet. I had nothing to say anyways.

"You're a confusing man Tendou." Ushijima turned off the lights and climbed into his bed.

"..Yeah. I know."

-

Y/n's Pov

Tendou Satori.. Satori Tendou.. Tendou..

I know his name now. The man i bumped into on my first day as a mascot. I got to see him clearly. His frayed red hair, his tall lankey figure, exactly the way he was the first day i met him.

I laid over my desk, sighing, just as my roommate bursted in.

"Yo F/n, your studying?" She walked over, drying her hair with a towel.

"Yeah, we have a test tomorrow. Uh, areant you supposed to leave those in the shower rooms?" She shrugged and pulled out her phone.

"I'll put it back later." She tossed it aside, adding it to her pile. I rolled my eyes, closing my textbook. Alot of people here annoy me, I can't imagine myself liking anyone here, but Kanna..

"So you'll cover for me again right? There's another party."

..she's.. an exception.

I sighed. "Yeah whatever." I got up and laid in bed, pulling out my phone. I cant go to bed until the Dorm Managers come to do checks.

"Your the best!" Kanna came to my bed and kissed my cheek, before picking up her bag and heading out the door.

"Remember to leave the window open alright!"

"Yeahhh." With that she was gone. I don't mind the window being open. I sleep better in the cold anyways. I get to snuggle under a pile of blankets. Its cold at first but its gets more comfortable.

I could hear Kanna meeting with her friends outside. She's invited me to join her a couple times but I couldn't handle being around all those people. Being at school is bothersome enough. I'll enjoy my time alone while i can, and I'm thankful Kanna goes out enough that i can do that.

A knock on my door rips my eyes from my phone screen. I stand up and check the upper bunk, making sure the pillow is still tucked under Kanna's blankets, along with the wig ontop of her pillow.

The DM walked in with a clipboard, looking at me, then up at the top bunk.

"She sleeps early alot doesn't she?" The DM commented as she checked us on her clipboard. I quietly nodded. No matter how many times i covered for Kanna it still makes me nervous when the DMs try to talk to me.

"Alright. Night." The DM left and i sighed, turning off the light. I crawled into bed, plugging my phone in and turning to sleep.

-

"Man that party was so fun! Ugh you have to come with me next time!" Kanna was full of energy, even after being out all night.

"You know I won't, so stop asking." I chuckled a bit. We were walking together to the building, we don't do this everyday but today was different.

"I can't imagine having to take a test after being out all night." Kanna stopped in her tracks at my words.

"The test... I forgot all about it! F/n you'll help me right?" Kanna grabbed at my shoulders

"Sorry, I'll help you sneak out but helping you cheat is out of my zone."

"Aughhhh but F/nnnnnn.."

"L/nnnnnn!!!" Me and Kanna turned our attention to the sudden voice calling out my name.

Tendou Satori.

He pranced over to me, a tall stoic man dragging behind him.

"I don't usually see you in the morning, today must be my lucky day." He smiled to me.

"Uh.. yeah." I can't help avoiding his eyes as they bore into me. Kanna leaned close to me.

"Since when we're you friends with Shiratorizawa's guess monster?"

"Guess monster?"

"Thats what they call me! I can guess anything, for example, this guy's gonna buy me some milk from the vending machine." Tendou pointed both his fingers to the large man catching up behind him.

"Not happening Tendou."

"Wha? Don't make me look bad infront of L/n."

"Aha, don't worry Tendou. I believe you. I've seen you play."

"Oh yeah??" Tendou stepped closer to me, towering over me as he leaned closer.

"Ya like what you see?" Tendou smirked at me, his sudden question catching me off guard.

"U-uh.. i uh.."

"Tendou. Thats enough." The large man grabbed Tendou by the back of his shirt.

"Yeah! The only person who can tease my girl is me!" Kanna wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh you want a bet? Watch me!" Tendou yelled after her as the man dragged him away.

"Jeez, how do you know him." Kanna kept an arm around me as we continued our walk.

"I'll tell you about it."

-

"L/nnnnnnn!!" Second time today. Tendou waved to me from across the lunchroom. He sat at a table with a couple other men I recognize from his team. I looked around before making my way to his table.

"Uh, hey-"

"Sit with us! Sit!" Tendou stood up, pulling out a chair across the table from his. I reluctantly followed. I sat next to someone I recognized most. He's in my class and most of all, he gave me my helmet when it fell off during the game. Shinobu i think?

"We met this morning. My name is Wakatoshi Ushijima." The large stoic man from the morning spoke up, grabbing my attention.

"And thats Reon Ohira, and baby Goshiki." Tendou pointed to two others sitting at the table.

"Don't introduce me like that! Im Tsutomu Goshiki." One of the guys scolded Tendou before telling me his name.

"And you might already know Shirabu." Tendou ignored him and finished introducing everyone. Shirabu turned to me and gave me a small nod. I nodded back, turning to the whole table.

"Its nice to meet you all. My name's L/n F/n."

Tendou leaned over, looking at my plate.

"Watcha eating? Looks good."

"Its uhh.." I tried to make sense of whatever was on my plate, before i could get another word out Tendou took a spoonful of my food and shoved it in his mouth.

"Mmm.. will you share with me?" He leaned closer, readying his spoon to take another scoop.

"Uh-"

"Tendou get your own lunch." Shirabu snatched his spoon, tossing it aside.

"Awwh c'mon." Tendou threw himself back into his chair.

"I forgot my lunch card." Tendou whined

"That's your fault." Ushijima scolded him, taking a spoonful of his own food.

"But all of your food looks so gooood. Someone at least come with me to the vending machine."

"Tendou go by yourself-"

"I'll go with you." I stood up before Shirabu could finish yelling at him.

"Hah! See? L/n cares about me." Tendou stood up, grabbing my hand.

"Lets go L/n!"

-

"So that girl from this morning is your roommate? Thought she was your girlfriend or something." Tendou stood up as he grabbed his drink from the vending machine.

"Uh yeah, i guess she can act that way." I laughed a bit, watching him lean over the vending machine and take a long sip from his drink. Even as he drink, he kept his eyes on me, taking in my figure.

"So umm.. do you always hog the vending machine like that?" I pointed to the couple of girls, waiting to use the vending machine.

"Huh? Oh. Not always." Tendou moved aside as he tried defending himself. I raised a brow to him, but all i could do is laugh. This feels weird. Talking to Tendou, eating lunch with his friends. This is the kind of thing i usually hate but, I don't hate this.

"So, do you usually eat alone?" Tendou instead leaned against the wall, i joined him, leaning against the wall next to him.

"Yeah, i do. But i don't mind it. I like being alone."

"Huh. So i guess you didnt like sitting with me and my friends? Sorry for dragging you along."

"No no, i didn't mind it either either uh.. shouldn't we get back to them?" I sat up.

"Oh yeah. You should finish your lunch." Tendou chuckled, sitting up himself. He stepped closer and once again towered over me.

"Unless you wanna eat something else?" Tendou smirked.

"Uh.. I- what?" Tendou snickered, slipping past me.

"You already got lunch, lets go eat that. I mean you eat that. And I'll watch, and eat nothing." Tendou walked back towards the lunchroom.

My heart was beating so fast, it could jump out of my chest at any minute. I swear it could. I could feel it. My face was so hot, it was burning.

"Uh.. Tendou!" I called after him, before i could even think.

"Hm?" He turned back to me, his drink held to his lips.

"I'll.. share my lunch." I sighed.

"Really? L/n your the best!" Tendou bolted towards the lunch room.

"I- hey dont eat it all!" I ran after him. I don't mind this, really.

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @lithium-argon-wo-l-f; @realmackross TIMING: Early August SUMMARY: On a (rather peculiar) whim, Gael decides to chance by the Dance Macabre when a bar fight breaks out. Mack, who’s on shift, hops in and the two wrestle with some undead. WARNINGS: Alcohol Mention tw, Physical Violence tw

He had to be honest, the Dance Macabre wasn’t the type of place Gael saw himself visiting - while he enjoyed nightclubs and had a proclivity towards bars, something about this one didn’t really appeal to him. However, he wasn’t a quitter and though he felt as though he should’ve been accompanying someone, he showed the indifferent bouncer his ID and he was granted access. The feeling that bubbled in Gael’s gut before entering the establishment seemed to churn even more once he was confronted with dark industrial music and, much more worryingly, a sense that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. The place felt… dead. Even as he carefully made his way to the bar, the room felt chilled, as though he were actually in a morgue (which didn’t seem entirely inaccurate as the gothic decor was through the roof in this place). He also felt like he was the oldest person there by about 20 years, which never felt good. Wondering if maybe he should’ve turned then and there and gone somewhere more familiar and warm, Gael approached the bar where he looked at the grotesque collections on the shelves, including what appeared to be a jar of fingers and several cases of thick red liquid. “I’ll uh… Okay new plan. What would you recommend?” He asked the bartender, a lovely younger lady with blond hair and bright eyes.

— It had been a pretty busy night for Mackenzie. All the undead and emo teens alike had been dancing the night away as if their lives and undead lives depended on it. And the tips were coming in hot. There had been maybe three kids total who had recognized the young actress, which, in her opinion, made for an even better night. She was easily going to make enough tip money to pay off her As Seen On TV bill that was pushing $400.

Seeing an older gentleman approach the bar, Mackenzie quickly grabbed a towel and wiped everything down. She could remember the days when she’d go out with friends and rest her arms on the countertop only to be grossed out by all the condensation and spilled beer, “Hey there.” She could tell this wasn’t his scene. He seemed a bit confused by the decor and what was being offered, and honestly, Mackenzie had to tell herself lies to make what she was serving seem acceptable. But how could she deny what it really was, when even she consumed human flesh and brains? “What do you like? Fruity? Spicy? Hard liquor?”

Since coming to Wicked’s Rest, it seemed like her life had changed even more than she ever could have realized. There was just something about this town that wasn’t quite right and made even Hollywood look normal. But it just felt right. Like she belonged now. Maybe it was slowly starting to sink in more than she had wanted to admit, but Mackenzie wasn’t the same girl she used to be. Yet, she still wasn’t ready to leave her old life behind, and it was a fine line she was teetering on between going off the deep end or accepting that maybe after time, everything would be okay.

—

Gael realized dumbly that he didn’t even say hello to the bartender. That wasn’t like him. He was savvy enough, however, to continue the conversation and he knew he’d be able to circle around to it. “Well,” He mused, trying to relax a little more and he tapped his chin in thought. “I lean towards mojitos and tequila sunrises so by those standards, I like fruity!” He let his natural charisma take back over his features as he settled into where he figured he was going to be spending at least the next hour trying to mold himself to fit in with this environment. Notably, he kept his eyes on her now. “And I’m really sorry niña, I was totally rude and didn’t even ask for your name or how you were doing tonight.” Gael offered a sheepish scoff. He then leaned back and motioned to her. “I know you probably get this question a lot but what do you like? Like, gimme the insider information.” He leaned back forward, propping his torso on his elbows as he looked at her with his dark-circled brown eyes, conveying curiosity and attention to her; he wasn’t entirely comfortable here so he did what he did best - focus on someone. She was the only person who mattered right now.

—

Fruity. Mackenzie could definitely work with fruity, “Hey, I love a good fruity drink. Is this dealer’s choice tonight or were you thinking of something in particular?” She hadn’t been bartending too long, but she had enjoyed it. It was always fun mixing up the different drinks, and remembering the ingredients seemed to keep her mind sharp for when she would be able to go back to acting. At least that's what she kept telling herself. Truth of the matter was, it would probably never happen, unless she could ever face her own fears of who she was and somehow workout what she had done.

“Hey, you know what? That’s totally fine! You’re honestly the first person to ask.” She looked out towards the dance floor, “Most of the people here are more concerned with getting laid, then knowing my name or how I’m doing.” It was true. They wanted their drinks, to dance, and to find someone to either take home and eat, fuck, or kill. “But as for me, like I was saying earlier, I do enjoy a good fruity drink, but I also like the hard stuff, like vodka or fireball.” Fireball was Mack’s new favorite, because she could somewhat feel the burn on her tongue.

— She’d obviously been in that business long enough that she knew how to avoid answering that type of question, as she provided neither her status of how she was doing nor her name. He made a note that if she wasn’t going to offer her name, he was sure he’d learn it eventually but he opted to give her an impromptu nickname, as he tended to do. “You’re telling me!” Gael laughed in response to the ‘hard stuff’. “I’m a baby; I was thinking like, a mojito.” He gave a small smile. “Blackberry mojitos, those are my ultimate favorite.” The professor then briefly revisited the comment about people frequenting that bar so they could, in relative terms, ‘get laid’, which just served as another tally on Gael’s list for how he didn’t think he quite fit into the mold there. Indeed, he seemed to feel eyes on him and he casually looked around again, his unnatural gaze that helped him see much better in the dark than they used to dancing on the lights, the colors that bounced around, the people that moved around. Fortunately, he’d been in enough bars both before and after his accident that the sound, while grating on him at the worst of times, was passable and somehow easy for him to circumvent. He couldn’t tell if someone was looking at him, though. Not that he necessarily minded most of the time - he was aware of how he looked and his pride wasn’t petty enough to feel insulted by staring. “How, uh… how long have you been here?” He asked, turning back to face the bartender. “Oh! Also uh… blackberry mojito! Er, please.”

—

Blackberry mojitos. It had been forever since Mackenzie had tasted one. All the things she was missing out on as a zombie had sucked. She could recall what things tasted like to the point of if it was sweet, bitter, or salty, but actually enjoying it was a totally different story. Being a zombie sucked. In fact, the more Mackenzie sat on the thought, she hadn’t found any part of it that she had actually enjoyed. And now, here she stood, in a bar full of emo goth kids and probably some dead ones too, considering the things that lingered on the shelves behind her, serving alcohol to people who were probably living in her same depressed way of thinking forcing a smile for others to enjoy.

“Hey, you’re not a baby. You just have great taste.” She winked at him. The one thing Mackenzie had been good at was playing a part, and in her mind, to compensate for the crappy days, she acted like this was just another movie role she was preparing for. Bartending hadn’t been that bad. She had actually found solace in the social scene, even though this had been far from her usual scene.

Mackenzie pulled out a tall glass and began mixing up the drink for her new bar friend, “Since early June. That’s when I actually came to Wicked’s Rest. Just needed an escape from some things back home.” And an escape it was. “What about you? Been here long yourself?” She had become pretty good at serving up drinks and was smooth in the actual process of it all, even throwing in a few tricks, when she was confident her deadened fingertips wouldn’t cause anything to fall and shatter. That had happened once or twice, and it was not pretty.

—

“Only June? That’s not long at all for someone as confident as you seem.” Gael replied lightly, going back to keeping his sunken eyes on her again, ignoring any pairs he might’ve felt on his back. “I’ve been here since January and now that I think about it, I feel like we might’ve spoken online before.” He added. Then again, so many people seemed to move there so frequently, he didn’t think it right to assume that she was one of the ones he’d spoken to about fun things to do around town. “In any case, just January for me. Go back to school at the end of August so I’m just enjoying my summer.” As he talked, watching her make his drink with the ever-admirable level of skill bartenders seemed to have, he couldn’t keep his head from jerking instinctively as he something seemed to push through the thump of the music. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve even noticed it in a regular bar but this one was obviously… unique. It sounded like two individuals starting to argue. At first, Gael was inclined to shrug it off; even a goth dance rave was still ultimately a bar, arguments were bound to break out, right? Or maybe that just spoke to the nature of all the bars he tended to frequent. “How you liking it?” He asked, maybe subconsciously a little louder as though the argument was happening closer to them, which it wasn’t… at least, not at the time. 

—

“I think my other job probably had to do with the confidence thing.” Acting had been Mackenzie’s life, literally. And everyday she missed it just a little more. It was hard watching tv and movies sometimes. Knowing the ins and the outs of the business and what it felt like when the director would call action, and she’d lose herself in the character she was playing. God, she missed it so much. “January isn’t that long either, if you think about it. It hasn’t even been a year.” She continued to fix his mojito, “Oh? What’s your name?” Mackenzie had talked to quite a few people, but meeting someone in the wild was always an interesting experience, until he mentioned school, “Wait…are you a professor at the local college here?”

Mackenzie had already made a few friends around town, but if this had been who she thought it was, it was going to be a much more enjoyable night. As she put on the final touches of the beverage, she couldn’t help but notice the man raise his voice somewhat. It wasn’t surprising though in a place like Dance Macabre. Sometimes the music would get super soft and other times super loud, which didn’t always help Mack’s dulled senses, “I’m enjoying it for the most part. It’s not home. But the people have been nice so far.”

She passed the drink over to him, “There you go, sir. One blackberry mojito, with extra blackberries, because I like you.”

—

Gael beamed - he knew he remembered her. Her name was Mack, the actress that he assured he wouldn’t tell anyone about to preserve her anonymity. They talked about singing, martial arts, and fun things to do around town. It all made sense now, much to his relief - he loved both having a name to the face and that he actually sort of knew her in this otherwise-alien environment. “I am! Gael, the chemistry one.” He made a small motion with his head as though to say ‘that’s me!’. Immediately feeling himself lightening up - though he wasn’t entirely wound-up to begin with - Gael tapped his hands on the counter with a childish enthusiasm as she continued with her work. “I completely get that. It can always be weird to move somewhere new, especially by yourself but I’ve noticed that there are a lot of friendly people around here so I think you’ll get on just fine.” He meant that honestly, and going by what he could retroactively recognize by her public conversations, she was already doing great. The thought, accompanied with the drink she mentioned had extra blackberries for no other reason than because she liked him, made Gael smile and he all but decided to block out the increasing noise that was occurring around him, electing to just enjoy the thing Mack made for him. “It’s beautiful!” His smile widened, pulling the glass closer and he enjoyed the sour accents of the drink entering his sensitive nose– ‘...The hell away from me!’ A voice became too loud to ignore and Gael caught it just before he felt someone collide with his shoulder, jostling him forward and as his hand shot out to keep himself upright, fingers rammed into the glass of the mojito, crinkling as the drink was tipped over, spilling the contents onto the otherwise-clean bar countertop. “What the– my drink!” He lamented, his tone pitched. He quickly turned to confront whoever it was that made him waste such a thing. “Hey, you planning on– Uh…” Of course whoever ran into him looked to be about 25 at the oldest and he immediately felt himself try to loosen up. “Okay, look, you seem young and I don’t want to hit a–” His sentence? Unfinished. A fist? To his face. The drink? Still on the counter as he was knocked back into one of the tall bar seats. “Ow??” The professor exclaimed.

—

It was nice finally getting to talk to another online friend. And one who didn’t really know much about who she was or her acting career. Those were always the best. The oblivious people, because they treated her just like any other regular person. Not some celebrity they saw in a movie or online in some meme; though Mack had been made into a meme a couple of times. It was both flattering, but very humbling all at the same time.

“Well it’s nice to finally meet you in person, Gael. And I think you’re right. There have been some pretty nice people here so far. I think I’m even starting to make a really good friend with someone not too much younger than me. Her name’s Alex.” Alex had been a Godsend, and someone that Mackenzie was really starting to vibe with, which didn’t make things feel so awkward.

Looking over her work, Mackenzie had been proud of the drink she had made for Gael. It was almost perfect. Perfect, until she watched it go tumbling down and the glass shattering all because some idiot couldn’t take the fight outside. But it was the punch to Gael that had taken it way too far. Here we go again…

Rushing from around the bar, Mackenzie ran over to Gael to check on him and make sure he was okay, while the other two began to fight each other with swift punches to the face, “Gael, are you okay?” She had moved in close to observe his face under what little light was present over the bar, until she felt something…or someone get shoved into her really hard, causing her to get crushed between the bar and a body, not really hurting her, but angering her instead causing a low guttural growl to come out of her mouth.

— The drink being knocked over was one thing. A small thing, even if it was heartbreaking if given enough care and attention. Being punched when he didn’t do anything to deserve it was another matter entirely but even then, Gael was old and pragmatic enough to know how to disengage from a situation like this, given the age of the other party and the fact that he wasn’t inebriated enough to truly care about preserving his pride. As he recovered from the surprise and a newly-aching cheek, Mack having come from behind the bar to check on him which he started to respond to with a nod and a wave of his hand to indicate that it was okay and to not worry about it, the other member of the opposing party had shoved her. Flares of anger immediately coursed through the professor. “¡Oye!” He launched from the chair and swung at the guy who pushed the bartender, socking him in the jaw while the latter was too busy not focusing on him. “Leave her out of this, asshole!” Gael exclaimed, his instincts as a brawler, a brother, a son and a man all kicking off at once. “You guys wanna fight? C’mon, let’s go.” He settled into a stance as the commotion seemed to draw the attention of the rest of the patrons and he wished right about now… “They need to change the music to uhhh that song they play on Tortuga.” He glanced sideways at Mack. “From Pirates of the Caribbean, you know the one.” Then he popped his neck. “C’mon, Fireball. Let’s take out the trash.” He glanced at Mack, remembering that she was a fighter, herself - this was gonna be easy.

—

Mackenzie had not expected for the night to go the way it was going. She had seen plenty of bar fights since working here, but she was usually able to distance herself as security would come running and break things up, but tonight there seemed to be a larger crowd. And the more action that took place, the more of an audience that grew around them. Something the actress didn’t need happening, but considering she had just been pushed and the internal rage of her unfortunate inherited zombie virus was beginning to take over, nothing else seemed to really matter at that point. Besides, she had missed getting to do stunts and martial arts. Tonight would just be a little gift from the universe.

With Gael fired up and having already thrown at least one punch, a rare, sadistic little smirk fell over her soft features, “Forget Pirates of the Caribbean.” Turning her attention to the DJ on stage as if they had some mental connection, she nodded and suddenly “Bodies” by Drowning Pool started blasting over the speakers throughout the gothic club.

Mackenzie, with a quick nod to Gael at his request, went full force and lunged towards the other member of the pair that had started the fight. As a swift balled fist came flying her direction, she ducked, before sweeping her leg and sending him crashing to the ground, “Come on, Bitch! Get up! You wanted to fight! Let’s fucking fight!”

—

“Oh, c’mon!” Gael shouted over the music as it became deafening to his sensitive hearing. “This is so cliche!” He had a smile on his face despite that, though, and he seemed to adapt to the energy the bar had suddenly shifted to; it’d been a long time since he got into a bar fight proper, even if he did wish that the song wasn’t edgy screaming. Hearing a sound from behind him, reacting before he had a chance to cognizantly think about it, the professor turned and he managed to lean back as a punch from a different guy aimed for him. He scoffed, his grin getting more lopsided. “While a guy is turned around and deaf? And older than you?” He didn’t have to try too hard to make his voice heard but it still came across louder than he probably had to have been anyway as he reciprocated to the attempted punch with one of his own. It missed, of course, since he was too busy making quips and while he did so, a fourth guy seemed to have materialized out of nowhere and looped his arms around his at the shoulders. “Hey, wait–” Fortunately, Gael had been in this scenario enough times, too and he cast a quick glance over in Mack’s direction; true to her word, she seemed a lot more graceful than him when it came to fighting but this wasn’t a contest, this was a fun bar brawl. “Heads up!” He yelled at her as he used the body weight of the guy behind him to lift his legs and he kicked out at the the first guy (Okay his name was now temporarily ‘First’, Gael decided), sending him stumbling towards Mack. —

Mackenzie had managed to make out what Gael was saying over the music just in time, as she popped back up with a roundhouse kick square to the guy’s face that the man had pushed in her direction. “This night just keeps getting better and better!” She looked over to Gael with a smirk, before feeling a fist meet with her face.

Stumbling backwards, Mack scrunched her face up in pain as she felt her jaw pop. Yep, that’s broken. It reminded her of a fight scene she was doing for an episode of Dropped when the stunt guy she was sparring with popped her in the face with his foot by accident. But she had still been alive at the time, and the pain had taken her out for the rest of the day and included a trip to the ER. But tonight, she had felt it a lot less, and with a firm grip on her jaw, popped it back into place, before looking up with hollowed eyes at the man who had punched her.

Without hesitation, she lunged forward at him pushing him backwards, before climbing on top and hitting him as hard as she could. The struggle not to lean in and take a bite out of his neck was very real in the moment, until she realized where she actually was. Giving him another swift punch to the face, she stood back up, waiting for the next person to come at her.

—

What was initially a clever expression on Gael’s face in exchange with hers as she kicked the guy he sent her way, it quickly dissolved into one of concern as she was sucker punched. “Oh my god are you okay?” He said, panic easily lacing his tone as he struggled a little harder to get out of the grip he still found himself bound by - whoever was holding him was a little stronger than he was giving them credit for. He was decidedly less worried about that than he was for the bartender who just got punched. …The bartender who just got punched and he heard the unmistakable click of bones being popped into place. Did she just… relocate her jaw? Gael didn’t have long to think about it before she jumped onto the guy who decked her, barely missing a beat. Did she even feel that? Was her jaw metallic? Was she a CYBORG?? With all of these questions and newly invigorated because she didn’t seem to be removed or dissuaded from the fray at all by that, the professor lifted his legs again and this time pushed himself bodily backwards, using the bar as the anchor he needed. The two men toppled over and Gael rolled off of the stronger guy he accidentally landed on. “Oops sorry–” He didn’t have time to say the whole apology before a different guy picked him up by the collar of his shirt, not unlike the scruff of a dog and he was turned to face one of the young adults, who– “Oohhhh what large… fangs you have.” He said, purposefully not being heard very well if at all by anyone who wasn’t him as he found himself being easily held above the head of what appeared to a vampire, eyes glowing and mouth wide as two long canines stretched across the opening.

—

Glancing back over at Gael as he went down, Mackenzie was just about to move forward to help him, when she noticed that not long after he was being raised up by his collar. Is that fucking fangs? Her eyesight may have been shit, but she knew fangs when she saw them, especially considering this place did serve blood. Just another one of the many perks she was having to adjust to of Wicked’s Rest. But it made sense that there were vampires right? I mean she was a zombie after all. But of course, the young actress had a plan in mind.

“Hey! Douchebag! Put him down! You want fucking blood. It’s on the house!” Was she going to actually serve him blood? No, probably not. Would she serve him a hard kick in the little bats sleeping between his legs? Yes. 

Moving away from the guy she had already left in the fetal position on the ground, she walked slowly towards them acting like she was going back behind the bar, but just as she made her way to them, Mack stopped right behind Mr. Vampire, sending a straight legged kick up between his legs as hard as she could hoping the little Nosferatus would shrivel up and die leaving Gael a way out.

—

It was an adjustment, Gael had to admit. He had gotten accustomed to the knowledge that werewolves, vampires and zombies existed but he’d only had formal conversations with werewolves, who were just… people. They were just humans except for when they weren’t. They seemed normal by comparison, when he thought about it. Well… Well. WELL– The professor’s head, even as he was staring dark-eyed into the face of a for-sure vampire, tilted as it picked up on Mack’s pre-asskicking one-liner. She had ‘em, too! Maybe the pre-asskicking one-liners were why Gael never seemed to shy away from bar fights; he had what was called a ‘quick wit’. That being said, his wit might’ve been quick but even he knew what his limits were and loath as he was to admit it, as he was dangling cleanly off his feet being held up, he probably didn’t have the strength or reflexes to keep up with vampires. Surely… surely they wouldn’t bite him in public, right? While it was a bar and the music was very loud and the lights were very… pulse-y and flashy, maybe it gave the vampire the vibes it needed? Was– Was Gael going to become a vampire that night? A sudden horror of realization thundered through his mind, lingering longer than it should’ve even as Mack kicked the vampire in the groin. Once again, Gael and whoever was hanging onto him tumbled to the ground and he hopped up much faster this time, ignoring the thumping in his lower back where he kept seeming to land on his scar of all places. “So!” He said hurriedly to Mack. “I don’t have any vampires in my repertoire.” He said before he hopped clean over the bar and opted to crouch behind it, looking up at her. “Any ideas? I’m thinking about… owing you for that mojito and just laying low. I’d rather not turn into a vampire today.”

—

Once both the vampire and Gael went down, Mackenzie scurried behind the bar. She knew he could easily come around to the other side and drag the pair, now in hiding, out, but right now, he was down for the count, “Uh, yeah, that makes sense. I don’t want you to become a vampire either.” The words had slipped out in the moment. She had already been dead, so any chance of her becoming a blood sucking creature of the night was impossible, as far as she knew. Besides, blood was gross. But brains on the other hand. Get it together, Mackenzie. 

Slowly raising up, she peered over the bar to see he was still out, and quickly ducked back down, “Damn I must have hit him just in the right spot.” Mackenzie snorted before looking over to Gael, “I’m not exactly sure why the bouncer on duty tonight hasn’t come to take care of this yet, but I know there’s a door that leads out back into an alley. I can get you there while he’s down for the count.” Mackenzie was pretty sure she’d be fine. But it was Gael, she was more so worried about, “Does that work for you?”

— 

“Glad we’re in agreement on that.” Gael nodded, not missing the part where she failed to mention that she didn’t want to become a vampire either, but if her weak (or nonexistent, from what he could hear) heart rate had anything to say about it, she probably wasn’t a human and he didn’t know a lot about vampires but he figured that nonhumans couldn’t become vampires since they were already something else. Right? He stayed where he was as she peered over the top of the bar, his head instinctively tilting as though trying to hear for something underneath the pounding music. When she reappeared, Gael’s dark eyes darted back to her. Ah, so there WAS supposed to be a bouncer, that made sense - it had been a while since the professor had found himself in a bar fight where the bouncer had taken longer than a few minutes to involve themselves so when one hadn’t shown up yet and apparently there was a vampire involved, his mind was starting to raise questions. The man listened to her instruction and he glanced over as though he’d have been able to see the door from where he was crouching. He couldn’t, of course, so his gaze instead grew concerned as he looked back to Mack. “You sure? You aren’t gonna, like, get in trouble or hurt or anything, are you?” He asked.

—

Mackenzie wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. It was like all chaos had erupted when the bar fight initially broke out. But she’d sure as shit be having a few words with the bouncer that was supposed to be on duty when all was said and done. This was unacceptable even for a nightly emo rave, “I’m positive. And I’ll be fine. It’s not my fault the new guy isn’t doing his job. But you better move soon, because I don’t think that guy is going to stay down for long.”

Feeling her knees and bones pop as she stood back up still bent down somewhat hiding from what lay just on the other side of the bar, she glanced back at Gael, “Follow me.” The music had been loud enough to mask footsteps and the people gathered around the unconscious guys on the floor. Along with the strobing lights, it would definitely be the perfect camouflage as she led Gael towards safety.

—

The thought that he was going to be able to leave while Mack had to clean up afterwards didn’t sit quite right with Gael. But at the same time, they’d talked previously about her skills with martial arts, not to mention he got to see some of them first-hand during the scuffle. Plus, she worked there; surely she wouldn’t have gotten in trouble on Gael’s behalf, right? So, after a noncommittal nod, Gael followed her as she instructed, treading lightly though he placed a hand on his back as he felt the scar tissue stretching and aching uncomfortably as they moved - he really was getting too old for acting like a college kid, wasn’t he? Nonetheless, he followed behind the barista, which seemed easy and quick enough given that their environment was lending itself well to a discreet exit strategy. Once he saw the door with his sharp vision (though it wasn’t helped by the strobing lights), he loosed a laugh, recalling what all had transpired, weird vampire appearance notwithstanding and he gave Mack a look with a mischievous glint in his tired eyes. “Well that was fun! Sorry for starting something back there.” Gael gave her a small, gentle pat on the shoulder. “You weren’t kidding online about the martial arts thing; maybe you should teach me a thing or two sometime!”

—

When the pair had made it to the door, Mackenzie felt a wave of relief. He was safe. She couldn’t, in good conscience, let him stay to possibly become vampire food. It just wasn’t right. Besides, the manager liked her pretty well, and she’d speak directly with him regarding the situation that was at no fault of Gael’s, “Hey, you didn’t start anything. It was the two assholes who are laying on the floor, hopefully still next to the one with the fangs.” It was so weird saying it out loud, especially since this had been the first time meeting Gael.

Mack quickly glanced back to see the crowd still gathered round, before setting her attention on her friend, “Oh, yeah no. I wouldn’t lie about that. It’s a bit of a passion of mine, so if you really want to learn, I’d be more than willing to teach you.” She had noticed Gael’s hand on his back, “But you might want to take care of that first.” She nodded downwards, “Looks like a good hot shower and an ice pack might be your best friend for the next few days.” She felt bad he was hurt, and she’d be sure to check in on him to make sure everything was okay.

Barely making out a growl over the music and the noise of the crowd, Mackenzie knew that the vampire had probably found his footing again, “Okay, Friend. You’ve gotta go. But message me and let me know you made it home safely. I’ll keep tabs on this asshole.” Sure, she wasn’t very strong when she wasn’t hungry, but she did know self-defense, and plus, she was sure she could butter him up with so many drinks that he’d forget Gael ever existed. But what a hell of a night it had been. Unexpected, but fun. “And hey, thanks for a fun shift.”

[kieairakitty]

June 8th - Frustration

Frustrated is my feeling for the day.

I am disappointed that Daddy and Sissy have pretty much given up on quitting smoking already. I am frustrated that Sissy constantly doesn’t follow the rules, I feel like I am the one that is being the Domme but I am having to do it through Daddy.

I have been questioned myself a lot lately. Perhaps I am not a submissive, perhaps I am a switch. Should I let loose my Mistress side? Domme Lea but be dommed by Daddy? How would I even bring that up, and how would that dynamic even work? (side note - because I feel like I want sissy and daddy to read this - this is nothing set I just need to get my thoughts out of my head)

I feel like I could be a Mistress again (I used to do it all the time in RP) Anarane was a Switch, she dommed many people, but only the truly strong males could dom her ... and it was pretty hot. Their hand wrapping around her throat and forcing her to submit .... mmph.... just remembering it makes me tingle.

(Might have to make a seperate post for Daddy and Sissy to read and leave out the trip down memory lane lol)

I am also frustrated because I feel like Daddy needs to be a stronger dom, but Im not sure if he can be. He is a sweet, soft, caring Daddy - which don’t get me wrong I love - but sometimes I want more, and sometimes I feel like Lea needs more. I don’t want to force Daddy into being something he is not. So I have also contemplated perhaps seeking out another more Dominate Dom to join our family .... not that I ever would without talking to everyone first, but it is a thought that crosses my mind quite often.

I havent been feeling very little lately, and I miss having my little days ... that is something I dont ever want to give up, but if Im going to have to take control and be the one who decides on discipline, pain or pleasure, then lets just do that.

For starters, I’d limit them both to 4 smokes a day and if they use them all up early. Too bad, deal with it until the next day and try to ration it better. Or I’d st certain times, you get one when you wake up. One more around lunch, one in the afternoon and one after dinner. Not only would it help their health, it would save us all money - which we are all rather short on. It makes me feel guilty about going out for dinner, when I know were struggling and going to be out of money again come Monday and just barely hanging on until my payday.

As it is, I did a cash advance for Ottawa, paid it back then borrowed again because I didnt have any cash left. And will probably have to do it again this pay. Hoping come the first when I get my double pay I can pay it off and then leave it alone.

Sissy is even worse off, she’s living off her overdraft, which is causing friction in her and Kirstens relationship, and I was rather annoyed when Daddy said she could buy some toys at Walmart. Managed to convince her to buy something that was more useful and less money at least, but she was rather mad when I took her toys and said not unless daddy says .... and then he goes and says yes.

I feel like I have to remind him to check in on Sissy, to make sure she’s wearing her glasses, or drinking water (which I dont think she has done in days) yet he doesnt really check in with me and there is no one to remind him that I need help too. 

Perhaps our dynamic should shift. I need a Master, I would then be a MIstress to Lea ... but would still be Daddys girl and Sissy would be daddys brat. I dunno, Im just trying to figure everything out.

Im also frustrated with the pets. I hate that Loki is always in my face. His humping the bed bothers me as does his gross penis. I dunno it just makes me uncomfortable. I am not a dog person by any means, and Id never ask sissy to give up her dog, I hate that Boba and Loki dont get along, but I also like that hes not in the living room and constantly in my face. I feel like if he was, I’d end up sequestering myself to the bedroom a lot, just to be away from him and with my kitties. Dogs are fun once in a while, but Im not a huge fan of living with one. *This part I would never tell Lea though, as I know it would really upset her*

I am worried about when Kirsten comes to live here. The way Lea gets annoyed with her antics makes me upset, I still feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable around her, especially when we are alone. And even on the Ottawa trip I foud myself saying “Shut up” In my head when she would start going on about certain things, and just wanting to get away from her. She tries to get it on the play time and it seems to only bother Lea, which in turn bothers me, but also makes me feel bad that Kirsten is often left out. 

I love Lea, and I love having her here, but every once in a while I wonder .... did we jump into this too fast? If it was just Lea, no dog, no Kirsten, I feel like things would be fine - we could just deal with the Dominance issue, but it’s not and I need to find a way to deal with everything all at once.

*Slight side note - Im annoyed that Sissy stays up all night and then naps all day. I again feel like this is something Daddy needs to address as her Dom, but I get tired of being the one to have to point these things out.

Think I got enough off my mind to have a nap before I have to go to my doctors appointment - another thing that annoys me - why am I always the one that has to sleep on the couch? I was looking forward to having the bed to myself for a bit after Daddy left for work but she came in right away and I was frustrated so I ended up just getting up - took care of my cats and her dog because of course she went to bed late so shes sleeping through his whining. I think this family really needs to figure out a routine.

[spirit-girl-nijisanji]

Time for a new adventure...~!

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➼ Pairing - Pomu Rainpuff x GN! Reader

➼ Content - Angst, Pomu being a sweet gremlin, Comfort & a platonic relationship ➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summary - Pomu is your best friend, she called you to join her in the park where you always meet her for picnics for offcollabs.. Except this time was different... ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

You had just finished streaming a horror game and you were sitting on your bed scrolling through TikTok before your phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was Pomu. One of your best friends in Nijisanji. You picked up and happily greeted her. Quietly listening to her and she asked if you could meet her at your spot in the park. You happily agreed and hung up, getting ready and heading out. You walked to the park after grabbing the hot corn soup and bubble tea you had made the previous night for her. Arriving at the spot you agreed to meet at, You saw her standing and waiting, approaching her, you called out to her and waved. She didn't greet you with a normal gremlin like call or smile, she quickly walked up to you and wrapped her arms around you in the tightest hug that you've ever gotten from her, tighter than the hug she gave you when you saw her for the first time for an off collab with her Elira and Finana. You stopped, slightly confused as to why she was hugging you so tight and when she spoke, you could hear her voice shaking,

" You came.. Thank you. " she said quietly. You were confused, of course you came, why wouldn't you come.

" Yeah of course! Why wouldn't I come, are you okay Pom? " you asked when she pulled away to take a deep breath to gain composure. She grabbed your hand and she brought you to the bench where you always sat with her, you sat down next to her and you looked at her with worry and asked her what was wrong,

" Listen.. I have something to tell you Y/N " She said slowly looking at you with those big light pinkish red eyes that started welling up with tears.

" I.. am so sorry but I have to leave and go somewhere else.. " she said quietly

You stared at her and tried to laugh, thinking it was joke,

" You realize that April is 4 months away Pomu right? It's a bit early for April fools jokes. " You said laughing a little before looking at Pomu's face which caused you to stop laughing completely. She was serious...

" Pomu.. please no.. Mika just left us.. You can't go now.. " You said grabbing her hands. She looked down at her lap, sniffling softly as you felt her tears hitting your hands that held hers. " I just... I need to go and find myself on my own Y/N.. I'm sorry. " she said squeezing your hands.

Both of you went silent but you smiled and told her it was okay before handing her the soup and boba and told her you wanted to spend this time with her before she goes.

~ The day of her graduation, all her friends were with her at the airport, bidding her goodbye. You were late. She had to leave soon and was afraid she wouldn't get to say goodbye. " Don't worry Pomu they're coming. They're probably stuck in traffic. " Ike spoke softly putting his hand on her shoulder.

" I'M HERE! I'M SORRY I'M LATE! " your voice reached Pomu's ears and she turned to see you running towards her tackling her in a hug. She held onto you tight tears welling up in both your eyes. You finally let her go and stood up. " I'm gonna miss you PomPom. " you whispered holding her shoulders

" I'm gonna miss you too leafy " she said using the nickname she gave you during one of your off collabs when she plucked a leaf out of your hair.

Smiling you quickly reached into your back and pulled out two little handmade puppets. She looked down and saw that you had made one of yourself and one of her, a little heart sewn onto the chest, on yours it was a little green heart and on hers it was y/fc heart. She looked down at the puppets, her vision becoming blurry from tears before looking up at you and once again wrapping her arms tight around you which you returned the hug. You hugged her tight afraid to let go of her because after letting go, she would be gone.

" You get to take me on your next adventure... I'll be with you wherever you go. You'll never have to be alone. " You whispered to her as she pulled away and looked up at you taking your little puppet and she held it close to her chest. She sniffled and she smiled,

" It's not goodbye.. It's see you later. "

She hugged you once more before grabbing her bag and going to catch her plane. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched her walk away. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned your head to see Luca with tears in his eyes and a sad smile on his face. You turned and hid your face in his chest, hugging him tight and let the cries leave your mouth as you felt his arms.

And with that Pomu was off on a whole new adventure but she kept you by her side~

[rcdiostcrs]

carpenter bros reunion.

triggers: child abandonment, asph being a dick about sheamus being adopted (one line, but still)

Sheamus had been living in New Rome for about a year. Being surrounded by creatures his father told stories about and children of literal gods hadn’t even been the hard part of the year. Nor was the hard part being asked who his godly relation was only to explain that he was painfully human. The hard part was clinging to hope that Asph would one day cross the Little Tiber like so many other demigods who enter the city for the first time.

What would a fourteen-year-old version of his baby brother even look like? Would he still be swamped by fabric? Would he have grown lanky? Would he look like their mother or would he be unrecognizable? So much time had passed it was hard to even recall the seven-year-old’s face.

He was mid-conversation with his ex-guide and current best friend, Kira, when a commotion was heard outside.

“Someone new crossed. And it made a big splash,” she chugged the rest of her sparkling water (“You drink TV static?” Sheamus asked when she first ordered it. / “You don’t?” Kira responded, downing the glass in one go.) “Let’s go see, Mr. Hopeful.”

“I hate it when you call me that.” The mortal rolled his eyes before slamming back the last of his own drink—a much more sensible Coca-Cola—and following her.

By the time the pair had made it to the Little Tiber, the newbie had already crossed, receiving the cleansing. They collapsed, sending a pang through Sheamus. Curse his bleeding heart. When once he couldn’t care less about children, now there was a soft spot for them. A need to protect them from the horrors of the world. Too many had been through too much. Especially the demigods.

His eyes caught hair that was just-shy of a light brown. The pang worsened. That was his brother’s hair color. When the kid shook the water off, his eyes landed on a scar peaking out from their ear. While not one he remembered his brother having, there was the near-miss in the ER. (“This ID isn't valid, I can’t let you in.” / “Don’t tell anyone, I could lose my job, but he’s doing quite well for someone who took a lawn mower to the side of his head. Now leave.”)

“Hey, they look about the right age.” Kira’s voice was drowned out by the waves of regret. Sheamus had only been a teenager, unable to do anything, but he still felt that he had abandoned his sweet baby brother all those years ago. Was now the time to make it right?

~~

Asph had finally settled into the barracks when his new centurion joined him. “You are requested in the Fifth’s Meeting Hall.”

“The… where?”

They grabbed his wrist and marched out the door, dragging him with. They only let go upon arriving at said meeting hall. “Newbie’s here,” they shouted into the door as they shoved him in.

He regained his balance and stood straight up, hands behind his back. “I was told you needed to speak with me?”

“Damn, you look so much like him for not being blood,” a woman said. She was flicking a coin back and forth.

Instead of speaking, Asph tilted his head. What was she on about?

“Kira, you’re going to freak him out.” A man in his early twenties spoke up from right next to her.

Wait. Dressed only in blacks. Triangular head. Brown eyes. He was older than last seen, but it was clearly “Sheamus?”

“Seven years. Two of which I was stuck at home. Four of which I spent searching. The final one, I spent here. Waiting. Hoping.”

Asph’s confusion grew. “Why would you do that? It wasn’t like we were friends or anything. We aren’t even really related.”

Sheamus stepped back. “I may not have been the best at first, but you disappearing was the worst thing to ever happen to me.” He had wallowed for years, changed schools, leaving D.C. as soon as he could.

“You were such a sweet kid. What happened?”

“I was abandoned!” he exclaimed. “Without any explanation! That’s what happened.” Asph stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

[oreotoreads]

EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

PART 2: SKIN TIGHT — read other parts: PREVIOUS | NEXT | MASTERLIST

pairing: dom!jake x fem!reader WC: 5.9k!

summary: your handsome one night stand that blew your mind turns out to be the silent guy at work that you didn’t even realize his existence.

warnings: explicit smut, explicit language, oral (both recieving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum play, masturbation, jake wears a cross necklace, fingering, slight anal play, violence (slapping) - jake recieving, creampie, handjob, squirting. (guess that’s all *nervous laugh*

a/n: this is even filthier than the first part so brace yourselves as u read and im sorry lol. (cuz ur coming to hell with me <3333 mwah 😽)

taglist: @axartia - @cyuuupid - @my5colors - @muffinminnie - @zhaixiaowen - @zen003xx - @qeen123 - @zerasari​

you don’t remember how you stormed yourself to human resources that fast, with your one heel on your hand, and the other is left in the crime scene (where you fell into jake’s arms). you felt humiliated, ashamed and crazy, what were the odds to fuck someone who works in the same company as you and him being someone you see daily but not even recognizing him. when you stand in the elevator this morning, did he know you were the woman he fucked ruthlessly 2 days ago? 

you laughed at yourself, of course he did. he played you a little game, he wanted to give you a lesson about that silent boy can be something else. that good looking boys are actually the worst. did he do this because you never even bother to talk to him? did he actually know anything about you? 

when the hr guy was staring at you since you stormed in his room like a crazy woman with no shoes, you cleared your throat to look more sane.

“i need some information about an employee.”

he nervously scratched the back of his neck, “erm, that’s impossible…” when you sent him the most deadly stare ever in your life he stuttered. “a-about who?”

“jake.”

“oh not that weirdo.” he rolled his eyes. “his interview was the weirdest thing ever.”

“wait, why?” you asked in curiosity.

he hesitated to talk but since you had a dangerous object (your heel) in your hand and looked mad crazy at this point he decided to spill.

“so, this guy is australian and had only australian passport and refused to give his korean id.” you raised your eyebrows at the information which you found really interesting, “continue.”

“he barely talks and makes his voice… weirder? oh and he never shows his face.”

you crossed your arms in front of your chest, puckering your lips. “isn’t this a little bit… suspicious? he could be a serial killer or something, why did you decide to hire him?” you asked this time, losing your patience to find out about the guy you fucked.

“because the ceo said we can never find anything like him, apparently his education in australia was really a 5 star one… he sometimes disappears and sometimes doesn’t comes to work? i don’t know how he keeps getting away with all that…” he also fell in deep thoughts before you slapped your hands on his table.

“how old is he?” you eyed the papers in front of him.

“uhm 20 something? early 20s.”

you squinted, biting the inside of your cheek and thanked the HR guy before leaving his office. you desperately walked barefoot to the stairs you lost your shoe and picked it up, jake was nowhere to be seen and you actually didn’t want to see him.

he obviously knew who you were and decided to say nothing about it. he knew you were going to see each other before he went in hard, that felt weird.

you felt played.

your mind was thinking differently than your heart and pussy for sure, they were still craving for his touch and kisses and your mind was signaling to stay away from him. but you also felt like only one look against your way today would make you get wet from the anticipation of feeling him between yours legs one more time.

you decided he was the devil. he cursed you that night and now you can’t live without him.

you seated on your chair desperately despite having nothing to do but work to distract yourself from the confusion. you never saw your dear J again like the HR said he was lost all of a sudden. when at lunch you heard some girls mumbling about him talking about his cologne which made you immediately jealous, you thought it was your special thing to like it on him so much.

other than his colorful hoodies and famous cologne, no one knew anything about jake.

*

after the day was over at work, you still scanned around yourself, when you went to the restroom, you eyed the men’s side as well. you didn’t know what you were going to say to him because you literally run limping after he saved you in the stairs. you wanted him to come up and say something to initiate a conversation but that seemed so like a dream at this point because you felt like he doesn’t care as much as you do.

you went into the parking lot and walked to your car with your spare sneakers that they let you wear because it was better than barefoot. you spotted your car waiting for you to drive you home and when you were about to get in, you saw a little square shaped note that was stuck to your windscreen wiper. your brows furrowed at the number that was written on it.

515.

you picked up to note and sat in your car, resting your forehead on the wheel, now what the fuck was that? it was obviously from jake, you immediately recognized his hand writing. that kind of made you feel better since he didn’t cut the ties completely between you but you were also scared to see him again because you had so many questions.

“OH!” you screamed at yourself. “I know what 515 is.”

you wondered if your relationship was going to be like this little treasure hunt game but you didn’t care. you know it wasn’t over and it was never going to be over when you first laid your eyes on him.

you drove the hotel you guys fucked and told the lobby that you want to visit room 515. the receptionist immediately smiled, like she knew who was staying there, “oh, welcome miss y/l/n… he is waiting for you.”

you squinted your eyes at the girl, obviously feeling weird about him giving your name. and also confirming he came to this hotel a lot.

‘with a different girl every time’ your mind warned you but you pushed it off. this wasn’t the time to get emotional over him. he was just a one night stand who fucked you way too good. so good. so raw. beautifully.

“oh my god.” you slapped your head, letting out a breath as you stood in the elevator, flashbacks all over you when he was sucking your neck and forcing your legs open.

when you arrived to 515 the door was open just a little bit, so you pushed it. his back was turned to you, he was still in his baby blue hoodie and watching the cars and lights of the city from the wall length windows.

seeing him, even from back, already made you dizzy, remembering all the goodness he gave you that night. you unintentionally started walking towards him, your heart wanted to wrap your hands around him and stay in his presence, your pussy wanted you to kneel in front of him and suck him dry and your mind was telling you that you will be heartbroken by the end of this.

jake realized you were in the room but he decided to stay silent as you walked up to him. he was feeling as your body was magnetized to his, opposite to your guesses, he craved you too. he wanted to feel you again so badly, his little whiny sub who looked so pretty and fucked out by him.

“who the fuck are you?” you spat out.

your voice surprised him, he was expecting to feel your lips against he nape of your neck, you tiptoeing to reach his neck and your hand going to his pants… it didn’t happen.

“look at me, jake.”

he turned around on his heel, a stupid smile on his face and his eyes are darkened, looking as beautiful as ever, his long fingers going through his hair and licking his lips as he did. he was so gorgeous you couldn’t say anything to his face. you just stared.

“why so angry baby…?” he stepped closer to you, his breath fanning against your face, “is this how you thank me for fucking you into oblivion?”

you felt your blood boiling at his tone, like he was making fun of you, like he was humiliating you. to his chance, you only liked that in bed.

when you slapped him hard across his cheek, the loud sound of your palm hitting his face echoed in the room, his mouth opened without a sound of reaction. you stood in shock at what you did, silence taking over as you just examined his face.

a smirk covered his lips as he looked away from you.

after that, you don’t know how you grabbed him from his from his collar and pulled him to your body and his fingers got tangled in your hair as he pushed your lips to his, connecting your mouths in a open mouthed kiss. teeth clashing, lip sucking, breathy and wet kiss.

he must have liked it. being slapped.

you felt the air got pushed out from your lungs, you weren’t breathing. you missed him so fucking much, him devouring you felt so needed. he was tugging on your hair from time to time, getting his revenge as you whined into his mouth. his tongue was pushed past against yours, the wet muscles touching each other as you kissed.

you wanted him. so. fucking. badly.

“gonna let daddy fuck your little pussy baby?” he muttered inside of your mouth to tease you, which it worked, you pushed him against the glass as he let out a pained moan, your lips attacking his neck to suck a purple hickey there. his skin tasted delicious, feeling so soft and delicate over your tongue, he was perfect.

your hands slipped inside of his hoodie, scratching the sides of his waist, digging your nails into his skin. meanwhile you trapped the cross necklace dangling on neck between your teeth, looking at him smugly.

“i am going to hell and i am taking you there with me, jakey.”

he understood you were angry and this was going to be a battle of egos as he realized you had a dom side as much as he did. your hands reached behind his neck and took the chain over his neck, leaving him swallowing hardly.

you kneeled down in front of him, now eye level with the outline of his cock that is hard and long under his grey joggers he had on. when you mouthed at his crotch, he let out a guttural moan, feeling the warmth of your mouth over the material on his throbbing cock.

“angel… you are so fucking hot.” his head was thrown back against the window, lips captured between his teeth as you mouthed at his crotch and caressed his thighs. his hands found your hair and pulled your face more to his crotch, his knees bucking when you made a suffocated sound.

your fingers tugged into the waist band of his sweatpants, slowly sliding them down to his knees, you kissed his hard on through his boxers whining with every kiss, “daddy, daddy, daddy…”

“you missed me so much right? bet you masturbated at the vision of me spitting at your drenched hole.”

you got angry again, how he know you did that? you opened your mouth to bite his cock over the material, making him hiss in pain for embarassing you.

“don’t worry angel…” he smiled down at you, “daddy jerked off thinking of your pretty little cunt full of his cum as well.”

you felt proud, and relieved, now that he confessed he was thinking about you too, he was masturbating at the thought of you. fuck, you wished you had seen him playing with himself, palming his balls and desperately pulling at his cock to release. you were do happy to be here, kneeled in front of him, give your man the treatment he longed for.

“i was still leaking of you the next day, jakey…” you pouted up against him and then smirked, pulling his boxers to his knees as well, his cock slapping your face, “oh, you are so big and hard for me, aren’t you?”

he grabbed you by the nape of your neck and made you rub your cheek against his dick, his pre-cum wetting your soft blushed cheeks. “stop being a brat and get to work.”

you kissed the tip of his shaft as a tease, and trailed the kisses down to his base, where his balls stand heavy and swollen full of his cum to spurt out.

“i wish i filmed myself desperately rubbing my pussy on my little pillow, would you have like it if i did?”

“fuck.” he rolled his eyes, he added to his list that he definitely wanted to see you get off on your own desperately. you didn’t want to shut up, you wanted to rile him off and wanted him to get rough so he would fuck you the way you deserved.

“then my bed was… so wet, full of my cream, jakey… your cum spilled down mixed with mine.”

jake gulped loudly he was desperate to have your tight throat swallowing around him. “what else baby, tell me.” he patted your cheek, as you gave kitten licks to the tip of his cock.

“then i, i missed you so much. i cried. i thought i won’t see you again.” you rubbed your nose against him, letting out hiccups that sounded so pathetic.

“crying because you can’t have cock.” he tutted, “thought you were better than that.”

you nodded your head, licking along the underside of his cock before you grabbed him by the base with one hand. “not any cock, your cock.” you corrected him.

“if you missed it so much then why you are not sucking it like the filthy whore you are?”

your nickname changing from angel to a whore got you by surprise but you did like it a lot, you loved when he talked to you disrespectfully but especially when he fucked you disrespectfully.

“because i found out daddy lied.” you let out a sob, “daddy played with me and made me feel bad.”

this was when jake finally understood you were still playing to get your revenge, the slap you landed on his cheek wasn’t enough. he didn’t do it on purpose, he didn’t mean to make you feel weird. he found it unnecessary because if you didn’t break your heel and fell into his lap today, you were never going to find out you worked together, like you didn’t notice the past month.

“i didn’t lie. i just didn’t tell.” he opposed you, getting impatient and bored at your whinings now, thank god you were the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on and had the most delicious pussy he ever devoured.

“i am sorry, okay?” he get it out of the way. you looked up at him and saw a genuine expression on his face.

“will take your apology after i suck this cock,” you bucked your head down, lowering your mouth on him, gagging yourself with his thick length in one move.

“oh my fuck!” he cursed, his hips bucking into your face as you took him full and cockwarming in your mouth without moving. you lapped your tongue around him before you pulled back, string of saliva making a bridge between your lower lip and his tip.

you stared up at him with hazy eyes, pumping his cock in your fist slowly, a smirk appearing on your wet mouth.

“come here you little slut.” he pushed you down on his cock forcefully from the back of your head, holding you steady as his hips started bucking front, tip of his cock tracing your throat as he fucked your mouth. you closed your mouth around him, hallowing your cheeks, so it would feel tighter for him. “fuuuuuck! mouth so warm and wet for daddy, good girl.”

you were sure your throat was bruised from his thrusts as he face fucked you, you gagged, begging for breath before he pulled out, his pre-cum dripping down your chin. after getting only few breaths, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue for him. jake laughed as he placed his cock on your tongue, painfully rubbing it back on forth on your wet muscle, saliva dripping down to your lap from your open mouth.

“my girl loves it messy and wet, just like daddy.” he mumbled, forcing his dick deeper, as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head down, his tip hitting somewhere deep down in your mouth. when he slipped out of your mouth, your face followed it, begging more of his dick.

“where do you wanna cum daddy, i wanna make you cum whole night so it won’t be last,” you assured him, your voice sounding raspy from him assaulting your throat. you opened the buttons of your blouse and showed him the valley of your tits. “do you want to cum here?”

“get on bed.” he commanded, not liking your suggestion, he had something different in mind. he let go of his cock and watched you crawl back on the bed until you sat down resting your back on the headboard.

he got rid of his pants and boxers pooling around his feet when he only had that baby blue hoodie on him. putting his knee on the bed, he got closer to you, popping the button of your pants and sliding them down your legs. in the meantime you got rid of your shirt, leaving yourself with your lacy bra which decorated your chest beautifully. you reached to him with your both hands and tugged the end of his hoodie and shook it, signaling him to take it off. he granted your wish taking it over his head and throwing it to the floor, his one hand got back to his cock so he would keep himself alerted while he leaned down, pulling on your lacy panties with his teeth and slowly dragging them down your legs as well, the smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, you smelled sweet and yummy.

he forced your legs open and bent your knees down after he kneeled in front of you on the bed and started pumping himself.

“part your lips, baby.” he instructed, you shook your head and snaked your arms under your kneecaps, pulling your legs up to your chest before your index and middle finger opened yourself up for him, your arousal dripping down to your ass.

“my god, look at that pussy leaking it’s cream.” he mocked you, pumping himself faster as his eyes were zoned out on your needy pussy, clenching around nothing. “who’s it creaming for?” he taunted you.

“daddy!!” you chanted, pulling your lips apart more, feeling a shot of arousal leaking down your ass.

“good girl, whenever someone fucks you, remember who you belong to.”

you wouldn’t want anyone to fuck you after jake, it was impossible for someone to make you feel as good as him, fuck you like he does.

“now, keep on telling me how you fucked your tiny cunt without me. show me.” he tugged on his cock, slowed his movements so he can watch you a little more before he applies his plans.

you switched your hands, obeying his words, your non dominant hand holding your lips apart now as the others rubbed the rim of your entrance. you twitched when your fingers sinked in your core, making you feel full. you dragged them in and out of your pussy, giving jake a show of his dreams. your cunt gushed around your fingers, creaming over them, every time you pushed them back in your heat. you curled them up, trying to push them deeper as you stretched your tightness.

his eyes followed your fingers plunging into you, the sound it made was so erotic yet beautiful and he wanted to suck up all your juices. your head was rested back on the headrest of the bed, your throat looking so smooth and pure, perfect for his mouth to nibble at. your tits were swollen and perky with all the build up, your lips parted with pretty moans.

he slapped your hand from your cunt, the harsh drag of your fingers out your pussy made you yelp, as he stared at your uncontrollably clenching hole, jerking himself off relentlessly.

he shot all of his cum against core, painting your folds with his hot white release. some got on your lower stomach and inside of your thighs but he mainly aimed your needy hole. you were feeling his cum dripping down to your other entrance, which made you unintentionally clench.

“now…” he sat back on his heels, “you are gonna fuck my cum into that hole, angel. want your pussy full of me.”

you cried out, from happiness and neediness as you get to use your hand again, you messily lapped your fingers around your pussy to gather his cum. sticky substance touching your skin made you dizzy as you rubbed your clit with it, moaning in pleasure. jake didn’t want you to waste any drip though.

“inside you. now.”

“are you only gonna watch, daddy?” you asked, looking at him under your lashes.

he leaned in and rubbed inside of your thighs, making your clit throb, “daddy’s gonna fuck you later, baby, i promise.”

you believed his words and staring at his eyes, you pushed his cum inside of you, messily fingering yourself as he leaked back out. you tried to gather some, coating your insides again but since your cunt keep getting wetter and wetter it kept oozing out of you, you whined, “jakey, help me.”

he smiled at his nickname that you decided to give him today, he softly nodded his head to you before leaned in and got eye level with your hole that was stuffed with your three fingers. he kissed the top of your hand, making you release the pressure you were giving to your core, he sticked out his middle and ring finger and abruptly pushed it under yours, inside of your cunt, the stretch made you wince in pain. you had 5 fingers in you.

“jake!!!” you screamed, looking down, feeling his fingers against yours, inside of you tight pussy. he kissed the inside of your thigh, “see, nothing’s leaking now, baby.”

you cried out, feeling so full, you tried to pull your hands out but the friction didn’t let you. he soothed your thighs with his other hand, making you relax to stop you from clenching. he wiggled his fingers inside a little, seeing if he could move, and when he figured out your hole is stretched out enough, he pulled your hand out of your entrance. “doing so good baby, so so good.”

he fucked his cum into you a little more, your eyes closed with pleasure, finally him doing the work and making you feel good. your legs were still pressed to your chest and your pussy was all open for him to finger you easily. he leaned in sucked in one of your nipples into his mouth, then biting it and nibbling on it, leaving marks all over your boob. he switched to your jaw and left open mouthed kisses as he talked. “you can cum, baby.”

“no, no, no.” whines spilled from your lips, trying to close your legs around his body for him to stop. “wanna cum on your cock, please.”

“oh?” he sent you a cocky smile, connecting your lips in a kiss as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. you hummed into his mouth, thanking him your way. he released your hands under your legs, making them lay on the bed comfortably as he still kept them open. your limbs were sore from keeping them up for so long but the pain it gave you was pleasurable. he kissed down your stomach and he couldn’t hold himself but licked a bold stripe along your folds, tasting himself mixed with your aroma.

“jake!!” you cried out, you were so close but you didn’t want to cum yet.

“keep it in for me just a little bit more.” he asked before he pressed his tongue flat on your core, sliding it down to your ass, picking some of his cum that were on your other hole, you bolted up to his face in surprise, feeling his wet muscle on your back entrance.

“not now… but one day,” he smirked, as he dragged his tongue back up, sliding it into your entrance as your cunt sucked him in. he lapped your juices, humming and moaning as he tasted you, his nose brushing against your clit whenever he pushed his tongue deeper, your legs squeezed his head between them, the denial of your orgasm getting harder and harder every second.

he let go of your clit with a pop, and kissed down your legs, giving you soothing massages around your calves as you panted. you were gushing out your arousal non stop without reaching your high, jake knew he was going to make you squirt on his lap.

he held you up from your arms, making you sit on hid thighs as he brushed your sweat from your face with his hands. he rubbed the his tip along your folds as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, kissing his skin and moaning against it with anticipation. “please…” you cried out, before he made you sit on his dick, bottoming you out. you screamed, digging your nails on his shoulders as he grabbed your hips from both sides, pulling you up and down on his shaft in an unbelievable pace.

“j-j-ake, ahh!” your voice croaked in your throat as he pulled your cheeks apart with his hand to push deeper into you. you were bouncing uncontrollably on his cock, as he placed wet kisses all over your chest. “so good for me, angel, you are so fucking good.”

he was hitting your g-spot in a relentless pace, your ass was bouncing against his balls and your lips rubbed against each others as you went up and down on his lap, digging your nails on his shoulders, you kissed him and he kissed you back, humming into your mouth in pleasure. he let you control the pace as his hands gripped your legs, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing you deeper, so passionately and forceful, you melted into his touch. you kept your bouncing movements on his cock, whimpering into his mouth with every move.

“close?” he mumbled against your lips and you only nodded, feeling a big release mounting in your core, something you never felt before. “jake, i think i—

you couldn’t manage to finish your words when you lifted your hips abruptly off his dick, looking down on his lap and yours as clear juices spilled from your cunt, getting all over you.

he made you squirt all over him. he breathlessly looked at your face, as you also stared at his, keeping you ass up from his painfully erected dick, you didn’t think you were able to take him again, after what just happened.

he smirked, looking at the droplets of your cum running down his abs, “angel, you made a big mess this time.” he said, like he wasn’t expecting you to squirt all over him after all the foreplay and orgasm denials he put you through.

you slowly sat back on high thighs, your wetness still spilling down as your cunt made contact with his skin. “i- i am sorry, i-“

he stopped you from talking nonsense by pulling your lips to his, kissing you passionately, “that was the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen, so, don’t be sorry.” he mumbled against your lips before he sucked on your lower lip and left a bruise there.

you let out a breath, coming down your high, still sitting on the pool with him that you just made, you stared down and see even his chest had some of your juices. then you saw his dick hard and erected between your bodies. “let me take care of you now, jakey.” you smiled, taking his wet cock in your hand, and stroking him off as your eyes stared at each others.

jake didn’t know it was possible to feel this euphoric with a woman and you didn’t know the men from novels actually existed.

he spilled all over your hand and some on your tits as he cummed, you scooped it from your chest and put your fingers on your mouth, sucking them clean.

“fuck.” he grunted as he watched you, now fully spent and exhausted, he didn’t know what to do with you. with his little subby vixen who made him feel things he never felt, staring at his eyes innocently like she wasn’t the one taking his cock and squirting all over him.

“let’s clean up angel, we obviously can’t sleep like this.” he giggled, stroking your cheek in a loving way, “you’re feeling okay right? now drop this time?”

“no drop.” you assured him. “before we shower…” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “can i trust you jake? without knowing anything about you, can i still trust you?”

jake was glad you were willing to trust him because he really wanted to get more of you. he nodded and smiled at you. “you can trust me.” he kissed your temple, “just don’t ask me questions because i don’t have answers that will satisfy you.”

“okay.” you nodded your head, you knew he wasn’t dangerous and the secrets he kept was his business, you only cared about the connection you had.

he carried you to the shower, like the first time, this time he left you alone for you to clean up yourself as he tidied the room and get clean sheets from the room service. you were about to open the door to get out of the bathroom but you heard him talking on the phone. you promised yourself you weren’t going to dig for information in the shower but you couldn’t help and eavesdropped.

“how many times i told you, i don’t want it!” he yelled on the phone talking angrily with someone. you got angry too, whoever it is making your man go crazy after you made him so soft.

“no one will know. no one! you are already causing too much trouble on my life!” he hissed, lowering his voice incase you might hear.

“i don’t want this life you planned for me.” he said lastly, hanging up the phone to whoever talking’s face.

you counted to 10 before you unlocked the door and got in the room, only wrapped by the little towel that was in the shower. when he saw you, frustrated frown disappeared and a smile took over his face.

he was adorable.

“is my girl all clean?” he asked, hugging you by your waist and placing his other hand on your ass. you hummed, kissing his lips. “you are gonna sleep over here, right?” he tilted his head, you couldn’t believe you managed to slap his beautiful face earlier.

“wanna sleep next to you jakey.” you told him and he squeezed your ass before slapping it lightly. “cool, wasn’t my intention to let you go tonight, baby.” he rubbed your shoulders and went into the bathroom. you dried yourself and got under sheets naked, since you didn’t want to put on you work clothes are wet underwear.

you listened to the sound of his showering as you think about jake, you listed the things you know about him and the things you didn’t. it wasn’t you typical kind of relationship, knowing so little about them but still trusting them for some reason. at least you knew he was your colleague, the silent introverted boy you see everyday at work.

“i don’t want this life you planned for me!”

who was he talking to? why he had to be so mysterious to you, why he couldn’t open up and tell you who he was. you promised him you won’t be asking him any questions so you shushed your mouth. one night stands were something you did before and this was a different and more intimate kind of one night stand you were having.

a one night stand (two, actually) who you want to cuddle all night.

the door opened and jake got out, ruffling his hair with the towel, he opened the closet and it was full of his personal clothes. your eyebrows rose. “do you live in this suit?” you asked. he nodded without turning back to you, “yeah, couldn’t bother looking for a house.”

‘oh he’s filthy rich…’

“i understand.” you talked in small, laying back down on the bed, he turned his neck to check on you, seeing you still naked under the covers. he picked out a oversized t-shirt along with this sweatpants that he was going to wear to sleep.

he put his knee on the bed and crawled to you, took you few seconds that he was naked when he handed you the shirt. “wear this, it gets chilly at night.”

he slipped himself in some boxers and then his sweatpants as you tucked the material over your head and pulled it down your body. “thanks.” you mumbled to him and he only nodded, before he laid on his side, staring at your face. his thumb traced the bruise he left on your bottom lip. “does this hurt?” he asked, which made you smile softly. “no, it doesn’t.” you replied him.

“i am sorry, for not telling you that we worked together, i know i should have done it, but i—, since we never talked it felt weird so i, i just—“ you shushed him by pressing your lips against his. you knew one day you were going to get to know him. and you knew he had a good heart.

he kissed you back, pulling you to himself by your cheeks. it was soft and passionate and it felt great after all the hardcore sex you had. “it’s okay jakey, i forgive you.” you rubbed your nose against his, forgetting all your worries and pushing them to a side as you wrapped yourself around him like a koala. he felt so warm and smelled so clean, he made you feel so happy.

once you fell into sleep, he kept watching your sleeping face. he traced your cheekbones with his fingers softly.

“i wish i was the guy who was meant to love you the way you deserve, y/n…” he whispered, then tucking his face into the crook of your neck to doze off.

he should have stayed away from you the moment he saw you, but he failed to his feelings.

.

.

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to be continued

[desiredmalfoy]

You’re Pretty! (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Genre: Pure fluff that is meant to be light hearted. Enjoy!

Summary: Draco can’t stop calling his girlfriend pretty.

Warnings: Some very mild bad language. Very small, you’ll probably miss it. Medical inaccuracies, sorry I am not an expert.

Universe: No Voldy :)

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Things were going well for you today. You had woken up early, they served your favorite breakfast and you had even received amazing marks in your classes today. You had also spent some of your time with your boyfriend Draco before he had to go to quidditch practice. It was one of those ideal days you loved.

You were currently sitting on the couch of the common room catching up on a book series you have been meaning to read. You grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it in your mouth. Your peace and quiet were soon interrupted by an out of breath Theo. He ran into the common room still dressed in his quidditch uniform and broom in hand. If he didn’t look so serious, you would laugh at his current state. You lifted your eyes slightly from your book, enough to notice him making his way to you.

It seems things were going too well for you today. 

“(Y/N)…yo-you need to go to the i-infirmary.” He attempted to catch his breath. “Draco’s in there.”

“What happened to Draco?” You lifted yourself off the couch quickly and stood up. The book left idly now on the floor. 

“There was an accident on the quidditch field.” You were now following out of the common room and up the stairs out of the dungeon. 

You tried your best to keep up with him as he was basically running down the halls. “Explain Theo!”

“So Crabbe was eating this snack right? It was really greas-”

“Nott, I don’t give a damn what Crabbe was eating.”

“There is a point to this! Well, he went straight to grab his bat because you know he plays beater position. Right, so the grease caused it to slip and it hit Draco in the head!”

“You’re telling me he got hit in the head?!” The two of you had finally made it to the infirmary and were now standing outside of it. 

“Yes! You should have seen it (y/n)! It was such a bloody freak accident!”

You ignored that last part and instead pushed the doors open. There were only a handful of students in there so finding your boyfriend wouldn’t be hard. You spotted a familiar blond head towards the back of the infirmary. You rushed to his side where Madam Pomfrey was tending to his injury. 

“Ah! Miss (y/l/n)! I suppose you’re here to see Mister Malfoy?” You had stopped in your track once she had turned her attention to you. You carefully made your way to the chair next to his bed. 

You grabbed his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes, dear. Received a big bruise to the head but I’ve already healed that. He has a concussion, poor thing was out of it before you arrived. But he’ll be okay.” She gave you a reassuring smile in an attempt to calm your nerves and the turmoil that was occurring in your head. 

You sat next to Draco in silence waiting for him to wake up once again. Minutes turned into an hour quickly and you were starting to doze off yourself when you heard grunting coming from beside you. 

“Draco, are you alright? Do you need anything? I can get Madam Pomfrey if you would like?” You were quickly by his side as he started to gain consciousness. 

“What’s going on? Who are you? And why does my head hurt so much?” He winced as his hand touched the top of his head where the injury occurred. You quickly grabbed his hand and kept it away. 

“Who do you think I am?” You asked him curious as to what he would respond.

“A really pretty stranger.” His voice came out sounding a bit groggy since he had just woken up.

“I’m your girlfriend Draco.” You explained giggling at the situation beforehand. “And you had an accident.”

“Girlfriend? Wow, you’re so pretty!” There was a hint of awe in his voice as he stared up at you. “I’m really lucky.”

“Let me go get Madam Pomfrey so she can make sure you’re okay.” You left to find her and come see him. She did another evaluation of him and came to the conclusion that he was fine. The hit to the head must have caused him to be confused but he was not suffering from amnesia. You sighed a breath of relief. She instead gave him a potion to help with the pain.

“So you’re really my girlfriend?” Draco questioned you once again as soon as Madam Pomfrey left his side once again. You took a seat in the corner of his bed and held his hand. “How long have we been dating?”

“Since fifth year when you finally got the courage to ask me out.” You joked with him. “Two years now.”

“Can’t blame me. You’re so pretty, anyone would be nervous to ask you.” A blush spread across your face at this. 

“I can’t believe I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” His voice had started to become softer as he started to feel sleepy. The potion given to him for pain finally started to have an effect on him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here again in the morning. They won’t let me stay the night. I’ll bring you breakfast okay?”

“Okay, I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Dray.”

——

You had been right, the night before shortly after you were sent back to your dorm with the promise you could see your boyfriend in the morning. You unwillingly left his side and headed back to your dorm. 

It was now breakfast time and you had only come to get a plate for you and Draco. You rushed to your usual stop where all your friends sat. You quickly greeted them and started to look for foods you knew Draco liked. 

“How’s Draco doing?” Pansy asked you. 

“Last night I saw that I saw him, he was out of it. But he’s doing better. I’m going to go see him now and see how he's doing.” 

“Let us know how he’s doing okay?” Blaise spoke up and gave you one of his rare smiles. No matter the tough exterior, you knew he was worried about his best friend. 

“I will don’t worry.” You grabbed the plates and made your way out of the great hall. Moving against the crowd of students still coming for breakfast. 

You quickly arrived and opened the door that led to your boyfriend. You could see from here that he was already up and much better. He saw you coming his way and his eyes lit up as soon as they saw you. 

“Hey babe, you’re finally here to see me.” He said as you put the two plates of food on his bedside table. He pulled you into his side and gave you a kiss.

“You don’t remember I was here yesterday.” You pulled away laughing a bit in amusement. 

“Not at all. Yesterday was blurry. All I remember was being on the quidditch pitch and next thing I’m here.”

“Oh? So you don’t remember calling me the prettiest girl ever? Or forgetting I was your girlfriend?” You kissed the side of his temple gently.

“Can you blame me? Any bloke who would have just woken up not remembering anything would think the same about you. Because you are darling.” It was his turn to place a kiss on your blushing cheeks. 

“Well, you were definitely shocked I would date you.” You laughed recalling the events of the previous night. 

He laughed along with you as you told him what had happened the night before. “It’s a good thing I only said true things last night.”

“Now let’s eat so I can leave this place. I have to go see Crabbe.”

“Here you go”, you placed the plate of all his favorites in front of him. Having just a pinch of pity on Crabbe but not really seeing as your boyfriend was injured because of him.

“Hey, Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You promised me last night we could do whatever I wanted this weekend?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I do and you promised.”

“Only because I love you I’ll take your word for it.”

He in fact did not say that last night but he didn’t have to know that.

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[casuallyimagining]

Fix You (2)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal? Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 2,987 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae​, and @hoebii​​ for editing this for me.

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When you woke up, the cat was nowhere to be found, and your pillow was missing. It was just your luck that the random cat you had saved would end up being a kleptomaniac. You sighed and began to get ready for your day. It wasn’t like you could do anything about it. The cat was probably scared and confused, and you couldn’t blame him for wanting to be comfortable.

As you passed your TV stand, you bent down to peer underneath it. Copper eyes stared back at you. You greeted the cat and his tail swished back and forth against the floor, annoyed. So he wasn’t into mornings, then.

Heading into the kitchen, you quickly made yourself a cup of coffee. If the cat wasn’t a morning person, then you would probably get along. You were an early riser, but that was mostly due to insomnia, not because you actually enjoyed being awake.

You brought him the rest of the chicken you had cut up the night before, prepared with his morning dose of the antibiotics. Laying down on the floor, you pushed the plate under the TV stand for him.

He sniffed at the chicken, eyes not leaving your face as he started to eat. His canines were long and pointy, you noticed, and if you paid attention when his mouth was closed, you could barely see the tip of the right one poking out from his lips.

“I’m going to go shopping today to get you some stuff.” The cat didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. He was a cat. “I know you’re feeling better, but please try not to jump on stuff. You’ll hurt yourself more, and I really can’t afford another weekend trip to the vet.” His copper eyes seemed to soften at that for a moment before hardening back into a glare.

You weren’t sure what you did to make the cat constantly glare at you. Maybe he had a resting grouch face. Maybe he was just uncomfortable in his new surroundings. You hoped that, if nothing else, he would eventually warm up to you. All the pets you’d had in the past had opened up to you right away, although you supposed that was because they were babies when your family had adopted them. You’d never adopted an adult cat before.

“Eat up,” you told him before pushing yourself off the floor. “I’ll be back soon.”

The pet store was larger than you remembered it being. When you were a kid shopping with your mother for your pets, there were only a few departments in the store. There was, of course, sections for cats and dogs, as well as areas for fish, birds, reptiles, and small mammals. Now though, in addition to the old departments, there were additional sections for hybrids of all kinds--there was even a department dedicated to large and exotic hybrids like lions, panthers, giraffes, and elephants.

Hybrids weren’t a new species by any means, but it had only been in the past decade or so that people had fully started to embrace them in society. Before, shops that catered to hybrids were usually small and boutique--hybrids used to only be seen as pets or servants, and ones that lived without ownership were few and far between. But after fighting for and receiving the rights they deserved, hybrids had become more prevalent in society. There was even a hybrid serving in the president’s cabinet, and quite a few serving in other high-ranking government positions.

You wandered through the cat section of the pet store, unsure of what to buy. You had a couple toys in your cart--catnip mice and little springs and balls that had bells in them. You knew the cat was somehow going to act offended by them, but you reminded yourself that he’s a cat, and indoor cats needed something to stimulate their minds.

You also had put some cat shampoo in your cart. The cat was dirty, and you weren’t sure how much blood was going to be caked into his fur under the bandage, so you figured a bath was somewhere in his immediate future.

Sighing, you grabbed a bag of air-dried food. He would probably hate that, too, but you couldn’t keep feeding him raw chicken. For one thing, you couldn’t stand the feel of it, and the less you had to touch the raw meat, the better. But also, chicken was expensive, and while your job paid decently, you weren’t sure how well it could support an all-raw diet for the cat. This air-dried food was turkey and salmon, and would be the next closest thing to raw.

Eventually, you would probably end up getting the cat a cat tree, but you didn’t think it was a good idea right now. With his shoulder injury, he really shouldn’t be climbing or jumping, and a cat tree would only invite that more. So you left the aisle, even though they had a tree that had a little house you knew he would love to hide in.

Before checking out, you stopped by the little kiosk that sold ID tags and collars. You knew he would hate wearing a collar, but if he ever escaped, you wanted to know someone could return him to you. You would ask the vet about microchipping later, but for now, a collar would have to do. Looking at the options, you couldn’t help but laugh. Most of the plain collars were pink or had things like little butterflies on them. A few had bells, which you knew he would find absolutely repulsive, and a couple others had bowties. You considered a dark blue plaid one with a bowtie, but decided against it. As cute as he would look, you knew the cat would probably bite you if you went anywhere near him with it.

You settled on a collar covered in piano keys. It was the plainest one they had in stock that wasn’t bright pink. You grabbed a small, circular tag, too. He would hate it, but at least maybe if you picked the least offensive options, the cat would tolerate wearing a collar.

On the way home, you stopped and grabbed a coffee from the chain cafe down the street from your apartment. You were still a little tired, and when you got home, you were glad for the extra caffeine.

“I’m home, kitty!” you called into the seemingly empty apartment. You hadn’t really been expecting the cat to be anywhere out in the open, but a small part of you had hoped.

Walking into the kitchen, you deposited the couple bags from the pet store on the table. You couldn’t help but feel like something was off. Nothing was broken or in the wrong place that you could see from first glance, but the niggling feeling in the back of your mind wouldn’t go away. Something had been moved in your kitchen. Your mug from your coffee this morning was washed and sat in your drying rack, along with another cup that you had thought you put away and the dish from last night that you had used to feed the cat. You didn’t remember washing the dishes this morning, but you were still a little tired, so maybe you had and just forgot.

You didn’t see anything else out of the ordinary, so you let it go, choosing instead to go find your cat. As expected, you found him under the TV stand. He was panting as if he had just run under there from somewhere else in the house.

“You know you’re allowed to be in other rooms, right?” you asked him softly, pulling the empty plate out so you could take it to the kitchen. “You don’t have to run under here every time I come home.” Copper eyes met yours for a second, and you could see panic in them. Then you saw it. The bandage around his shoulder was gone.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped it securely. He must have really been running around the house to not only loosen it, but to dislodge the bandage entirely.

“What were you doing while I was gone, dude?” you questioned. The cat looked terrified. His eyes were large as saucers, his ears flat against his head. His mouth was open in a silent hiss, his long canine teeth on full display. “Are you hurt?” That seemed to catch him off guard. “Are you still bleeding? Can I see?” You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone. “You don’t have to come out if you don’t want to,” you said softly, waving your phone in the dark. “But can you at least turn so I can see?”

It took you a second to realize that, again, you were talking to a cat. He wasn’t going to listen to you, despite how human his reactions to you seemed to be. In the second that it took you to remind yourself that your cat is, in fact, a cat, his demeanor changed. His ears were still pressed back against his head, but he seemed less agitated, more resigned. He crawled toward you slowly, the limp almost entirely gone.

When he was out from under the TV stand, he stood fully. You pushed yourself up so you could sit and examine him. As you reached for him, he backed away slightly. His copper eyes met yours for the briefest of seconds before they flicked away, focusing on the floor. He stood still and allowed you to scoop him up into your lap.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, scratching his head gently. “Let me just look at your shoulder.”

You ran your hand over the joint and he froze. For a second, you thought maybe he was going to bolt back under the TV stand. But he sat there stiffly, allowing you to feel for the bite marks and anything that might still be bleeding.

You found nothing. Not even a scab. The only signs of the dog attack yesterday were a ring of indents--scars, you presumed--that ran from his shoulder blades down to his chest and onto his leg. There was no way he had healed that fast.

But you didn’t say that. Instead, you smiled at him. “If you don’t want to wear the bandage any more, you don’t have to,” you said soothingly, scratching at the base of his ear. His copper eyes met yours, and you pulled away at the apprehension in them.

He stepped out of your lap as soon as your hand was away from him. You nodded once, smiling at him. “I’m going to go do some work, kitty. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

You were a researcher. Always had been. When you were looking for apartments in the city, you had created spreadsheets and pro/con lists and had spent weeks researching neighborhoods. And when you decided on the right neighborhood, you had debated floor plans, after weeks of second-guessing finally settling on the single floor, three bedroom, two bathroom with the decent sized kitchen and living room.

You hadn’t done any research before taking in the cat. You loved cats, had had several growing up. You knew enough about them to not need to do any research before committing to taking home the stray living near your parents’ house.

Maybe you should have.

Although you weren’t exactly sure how researching could have possibly prevented anything. You pushed it out of your mind, though, choosing instead to focus on your next work project.

Except you couldn’t focus. Your client was a hybrid-owned cafe just outside the city, and you were trying to design their menus. Normally, it wouldn’t take you long at all. They were great clients, and they had given you all the information you needed, but your mind kept drifting to the cat in your living room. You assumed he had crawled back under the TV stand. He seemed to be comfortable enough under there, although clearly he felt comfortable leaving the shadows when you weren’t home.

And then there was the problem of his name. You had no idea what to call him, but you were sure he had a name. Though how you’d figure it out, you had no idea.

You had wanted to watch this movie for months. It had appeared on streaming services around Christmastime, but it was now April, and you still hadn’t had the chance to watch it. You curled up on your sectional in the living room to watch it, a bowl of popcorn sitting beside you. You had turned the lights off in the living room, so the only major source of light was what was coming from the TV, and it was a fairly dark movie.

Though you were invested in the plot, you still scrolled through your phone, your attention divided between social media and what was happening on the television.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a shadow moving under your TV stand. Your cat’s head poked out a second later, copper eyes watching you scroll through your social media. In another second, the rest of his body emerged from the shadows. You forced yourself to watch the movie. You didn’t want to freak him out by watching him. When you glanced back at where he had emerged, he was gone.

The movie was about halfway over when you noticed him again, slinking back into the living room from the hallway. Where he had gone, you had no idea. But he sat for a moment, staring at you from beside the wall. You had grabbed a blanket in the time that he had been gone. Your apartment tended to get chilly at night sometimes--it was old, and the insulation wasn’t the best--and you were a little cold.

Before you knew what was happening, he was up on the couch and in your lap, laying in the valley between your outstretched legs. He paused for a moment, copper eyes meeting yours as if gauging your reaction. In the dim light from the TV, you could see that hint of panic again, as if he was terrified you would shout or push him away. You smiled at him gently, resituating so more of your lap was available and going back to scrolling through your phone.

The cat was apparently satisfied with your reaction, because he readjusted himself, as well, curling up so he was taking up more real estate on your lap. You didn’t mind. His little body put off quite a lot of heat, and from what you could feel of him through the blanket, he was cold, too. Eventually, he settled in, his head rested against your leg beside your free hand, his tail flopped into the crook of your elbow, the tip flicking lightly back and forth.

After a moment, you felt him shift again, and you almost jumped when you felt his head press into your hand. It took you a second, and a few more tentative bumps from him, but you eventually opened your hand and allowed him to press his forehead into your palm. You rubbed your thumb gently over the soft fur of his cheek. He leaned into your touch and you could feel him relaxing. You heard the rumbles of a purr start to stutter in his chest. It wasn’t constant like other cats’--it sounded vaguely like popcorn, crackling and popping at random.

You sighed, resting one hand on his back and continuing to stroke his cheek. He stiffened for a moment and raised his head, wide eyes staring into your face, before he slowly started to relax again.

“I can’t keep calling you kitty,” you said softly when he was comfortable. He didn’t raise his head, but his ear swiveled in your direction to show he was paying attention. “And I’m terrible at names, so you’re going to have to figure out a way to tell me what yours is. Unless you want me to call you something ridiculous like Smudge or Shadow.” The cat grunted. Apparently he didn’t like those names, either. “I didn’t think so.”

Your attention returned to the movie, but you kept petting him. His stuttering purr resumed. He directed your hand by nudging it, up his head and down to his shoulder. He adjusted how he was laying so you could rub where the scars of yesterday’s bite marks were. You massaged the area gently, his purring increasing in volume.

His fur was soft and considerably less dirty than it had been that morning. If you concentrated, he smelled like your shampoo.

“I have to take some stuff back to the pet store tomorrow,” you said finally. “So you’ll have some time alone to do whatever.”

He froze, and despite the movie playing, it was quiet without his purring. His eyes were wide, and he hissed, but aside from his ears flattening, he didn’t move. He was scared--no, he was terrified.

It broke your heart.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You kept your voice soft and even. “You can stay here for as long as you’d like. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

You sighed. You still felt a little weird talking so seriously with a cat, but his reactions confirmed what your research had told you. You had questions, and you were a little concerned about the logistics of everything, but you had started to come to terms with it.

Him smelling like your shampoo. The dishes being done. The stolen pillow and blanket. The things that were moved ever so slightly. The oddly appropriate reactions to what you were saying. How fast he had healed. Maybe you’d always known. Maybe that’s why you still talked to him like he was a person.

He was a person, more or less.

Your cat was a hybrid.

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[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Meant To Be (ii)

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: Over a year after your first interaction with the BAU, it is finally time for your first day as an official team member. Even with all the excitement of the day, the biggest thing you look forward to is seeing Aaron Hotchner again. However, your perfect first day quickly turns out to be not at all what you had imagined. 

Warnings: None, some angst? 

Word Count: 5,585

A/N: Just know that I promise things are going to get better lol.

NOVEMBER 2007

QUANTICO, VA

For the first time in your life the sound of your alarm is a very welcome one as it rouses you from your light slumber. The whole room is filled with light as the sun streams through the cracked blinds. You had been in this apartment for two months now. It had taken some getting used to but it was starting to feel like home. That was very important to you seeing as Quantico was where you were going to be for the foreseeable future. It took you no time at all to sit up in bed, throwing off your blanket. When you got up to start getting ready, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. Your clothes draped over the chair at the end of the bed, your go-bag on top of the dresser, and your entry paperwork out on the kitchen table. As always, you had thought out every minute detail. You are determined to make sure that your first day at the BAU is perfect. It had taken excruciatingly hard work and dedication to get to where you are now. Nothing and no one is going to spoil it for you.

After getting dressed in record time you grab your go-bag off the dresser and head out to the living room. You set it on the table next to your paperwork and make your way into the kitchen. Scrambled eggs and toast sound like a good way to start the morning so you get out a skillet and a few eggs. Before you even have a chance to turn on the burner the sound of your phone going off in your bedroom causes you to run back in to check it. As you pull it off the charger you immediately smile widely at the name that flashes on your screen.

“Hey there Miss FBI Agent. God, that sounds good doesn’t it? FBI agent. Or maybe BAU agent. Didn’t I hear you say SSA once? What does that mean? Is it good? It sounds pretty powerful.” 

“It means Supervisory Special Agent. And anything you call me that means I’m not hallucinating this whole thing is fine with me.”

“I like that. SSA Y/N L/N. Sounds official. Which is exactly what you are as of today! How are you feeling right now?”

“Excited. Prepared. Kind of like I’m on top of the world.” 

“As you should! It’s been a long journey to get here, you deserve to enjoy every step. I still can’t believe my little sister is in the FBI.” 

Your sister has been your biggest support system for as long as you can remember. No matter what path you choose, you know she will always have your back. It had been heartbreaking to leave her when you moved but you knew it would be worthwhile in the end. Today is when it finally pays off. She has called you almost every day so even though you are states apart, she is never truly absent. Hearing her voice now, getting the chance to share this moment with her, is more important to you than you know how to express.

“I can’t believe that you’re awake before noon.” This earns a scoff.

“I will have you know that I set an alarm for 5:30 so I would be awake in time to tell you good morning before you head off to work.” 

“That’s very sweet of you. I’m really glad you called.”

“Hey, there’s no way in hell I was gonna miss your first day!” 

“I appreciate that. It means a lot to have your support.”

“Of course! I will always give it freely. Besides, this is too cool not to talk about. You get to catch bad guys. You now have special government access. Plus you can basically read minds. You’re a real life superhero. How totally awesome is that?”

“Oh, I know. Why do you think I wanted the job? I’m glad you’re able to see its merits. Most people find it very morbid. Or boring.” 

“Well most people aren’t us.” Glancing over at the clock, you can’t help a small sigh from leaving your chest. Your sister of course catches on. “Do you have to go?” 

“Yeah. I only have about 15 minutes. Thank you so much for calling though! I always look forward to hearing from you.”

“Well I don’t have any patients today and I expect you to call me later tonight so we can talk about everything, okay?”

“Okay, it’s a plan. I love you.” 

“I love you too. Have a great first day.” You hang up quickly, making your way back into the kitchen to put away what you had gotten out. Instead you pull out a few granola bars to eat on the way. Even though this isn’t quite what you had planned you don’t mind one bit. Talking to your sister is more important. You briefly wonder if she took today off just so she could be there for you or if it is just a coincidence. If it was on purpose, you wouldn’t be surprised. It had always been kind of funny to you what careers both of you had chosen. She is a therapist. You are a profiler. While the two do have distinct differences there are also a lot of striking similarities. It’s just funny how life works out sometimes. Never what you expect. 

You head into the bedroom to grab your go-bag, making sure everything you need is in there. Picking up the paperwork from the table, you head out the door and downstairs to your car. After loading your things up, you turn on the radio to the most uplifting station you can find. This is the kind of morning where nothing less than radiant positivity is welcomed. It’s the first day of your new life and you are going to make the most of it, even if it kills you. 

The drive seems to go by in an instant and soon you find yourself in the parking lot of the BAU headquarters. There is still confidence bubbling inside of you but seeing the building right there in front of you causes the nerves to kick in as well. It seems so much bigger to you now. With a deep breath, you realize you need a little boost from your good luck charm. The small compartment on top of your dashboard opens with a click and you pull out the piece of paper inside. It feels good to have in your hands and you read the name at the top over and over again. Aaron Hotchner. His business card had stayed in your car all these years and whenever you felt nervous or unsteady, you pulled it out and for some reason it always calmed you. You were grateful to have it now more than ever. 

Feeling renewed, you set the card back in its cubby and get out of the car. Things in hand, you stride right up to the front doors and let yourself inside. Once inside the main lobby you head over to the front desk, where a man asks for your ID. Reaching into the front pocket of your go bag you pull out the badge you had collected weeks in advance. A feeling of power washes over you when he clears you, much like a year and a half ago when you had stepped inside the Fort Worth precinct. However, it was a much more intense feeling now. 

The journey towards the main offices of the BAU feels like a dream. The elevator carries you to the right floor and you float towards the glass doors that lead into your new workspace. Inside, it is bright and full of life. People move past you with such fluidity that it seems almost like a dance and baby, you are ready to tango.

Soon your attention is being commanded by a friendly voice you recognize very quickly. “Well, look who it is!”

Morgan makes his way towards you, a wide grin on his face. He looks just how you remember. You are glad the first person to greet you is someone you know. Now standing in front of you, he raises his arms and his expression changes as he silently asks for your permission. With a nod, you reach out as well as he pulls you in for a hug. 

“It’s nice to see you again sweetheart. I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna show up.” Laughing lightly at this, you feel yourself relaxing. “Look at you, all professional. How does it feel?” 

“Completely liberating. It feels like it took me a lifetime to get here and now that I am, I can’t wait to get started.” 

“Well, you’re gonna get your chance sooner than you think. We just got a case this morning. They called us in a little early to debrief us. We’ll fill you in on the jet. It’s go time baby.” He lightly pats your arm with a smile as he leads you over to where the rest of the team is, all sat at their desks. Spencer and JJ you recognize but there’s one face that you haven’t seen before. “Look who finally made it.”

JJ stands quickly to give you a hug, patting your back. “Leave her alone. She was doing a lot of hard work to get here. She doesn’t deserve to be teased in her first ten minutes on the job.” She says to Morgan, shooting him a playful glare. “Welcome. We’re really excited to have you here. You’re going to make a wonderful addition to the team. If you ever need anything just let me know, okay?” 

“I will. Promise. Thanks.” Spencer is the next to stand, extending his hand to you. Taking it in your own, you nod respectfully. You don’t linger, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

“Hi. Sorry, I’m not much of a hugger.” 

“Oh, no need to be sorry. I definitely get it. It’s nice to see you again. I know we didn’t really get a chance to talk the last time we saw each other but I’m hoping to change that now that we’re coworkers.” 

“Of course. I would like that.” There is still a slight awkwardness in the way he smiles but not nearly as much so as when you first met him. He’s the only one of the three that you don’t feel much of a connection with but you are determined to change that. These were your peers now. Your new family. It was important to you that you get to know all of them. It was jarring at first seeing how familiar they are with you already but it doesn’t take long for you to become comfortable as well. However you quickly remember that there is one person you still haven’t met. Turning to her, you extend your hand. 

“Hello. I’m Y/N L/N.” She shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Emily Prentiss. These guys seem to have the advantage here. How do you all know each other?” 

“Oh, I shadowed them about a year and a half ago now while I was still a student. Today is my first day as a member of the team.” 

“That’s wonderful! Well, I’m excited to get to know you as well.” She offers a welcoming smile, one you appreciate. As you look around the bullpen you take note of the fact that Elle is nowhere to be found. At the moment you feel it isn’t your place to bring this up, so you simply smile at the people who are with you now. 

“So, I hear we’ve got a case.” You begin, desperately wanting to learn everything you can now so you can fully prepare yourself.

“Yeah,” JJ answers. “It’s a string of high level armed robberies in Los Angeles. Nobody has been able to identify or apprehend any of the unsubs. There are five of them. All of the robberies were almost identical except for the last one. Someone was shot and killed. That’s when the authorities invited us to work the case.” 

“Sounds like fun, huh?” Derek chimes in, jabbing you with his elbow. 

“I don’t know if fun is the right word. Interesting sounds better, I think. I’m ready to get started though.” 

“Yeah, I see that,” He gestures to your go-bag. “Good thing you’re all packed. That was a smart choice. They don’t always tell you to bring a bag on the first day. You’re all over it though.” 

“Well, you only get one shot at a first impression. I wanted to be seen as professional. Plus I am very rarely unprepared for things.” 

“Good. That’s a pretty good philosophy to hang onto, especially in this profession. The more prepared you are going into it, the better equipped you are to handle the stressors of the job. There’s a lot of tough things you’re gonna have to deal with but if you charge head first with a clear sense of where you’re going and what you’re doing, it’ll take a lot of the anxiety out of it.” You listen intently as he speaks with a tone of sincerity you have not yet heard from him. When he sees you staring at him, he chuckles. “First tip is free but next time I’m gonna charge you. Good advice like that doesn’t come cheap.” 

“Okay, good to know.” You laugh, looking towards the others with a smile. “How about you guys? Any free tips for the newbie?” 

“Yeah,” Emily chimes in. “Don’t listen to anything Morgan says.” This causes him to roll his eyes jokingly. “Although here’s a real piece of advice. No matter what happens, no matter how hard the job gets, don’t forget who you are. Don’t let this work compromise your beliefs and your morals. There are going to be times when you rethink what you know but don’t let the awful things you see harden you and turn you into someone you’re not. I can already see that you have a real light and kindness about you. Never let the bad people take that away from you or else they win.” Hearing this, your expression softens. For only having known you for a few minutes, Emily already seems to have bonded with you. Enough to give you such important advice. Her words linger in your head for a moment.

“I’ll definitely remember that.” JJ places a hand on your arm. 

“Can I add something?” You nod eagerly, wanting to soak up all of the knowledge that you possibly can from these people. “My advice would be to talk to your loved ones as often as you can. Trust me, you’ll definitely want to after some of the stuff that we see. Talking to someone outside of work and grounding yourself in those relationships will help keep you sane. You’re going to be really grateful for a strong support system later on.” 

“Luckily I do have a really strong support system in my sister. She basically raised me. She’s my best friend. It was hard to leave her but I know she still supports my decision.” 

“That’s so great. I’m really glad you have someone like that.” You nod, feeling a small tinge of sadness when you think about how much you wish she was here with you. However, it passes quickly when Morgan puts his hand on your shoulder as a sign of comfort. The gesture is simple but calming, almost as if he’s telling you that he is a part of your support system now too. You know the people surrounding you will have your back. That thought lifts your spirits immeasurably. 

“What about you? I’m sure I could get some good advice from a genius.” You say to Spencer after clearing your throat. 

He chuckles lightly and thinks for a moment. “I guess I would say don’t let your age stop you from reaching your potential. You and I are the same age so I think I know to some extent how nerve wracking all this must be. Just know that even though you are young you have a lot of skills and abilities to bring to the table. Chase after what you want and soak up everything you can now. I’m obviously a strong believer in the collection of knowledge so the more you learn the better off you’ll be later. And you have as much right to be here as anyone else. You’ve done the work so believe in your own skills.” The three of you watch him for a moment and he looks between you. “But, hey, what do I know.” His joke makes you laugh.

“No, that’s really good advice. Thank you.” Before you have a chance to say anything else, a voice from behind causes all of you to stop.

“What’s all the commotion out here?” Turning around quickly you see an older man with dark hair standing on the walkway that wraps around the bullpen. His eyebrows are raised as he begins making his way towards you. Upon seeing him you put on your best professional face but the others seem to stay relaxed as he walks over to you. Once he’s standing next to you he offers you his hand. “Hello.” You take it quickly, shaking hands with him as you maintain eye contact. Unsure of who this man is, you are afraid to make a bad impression. As you look into his eyes there is something so strikingly familiar about him but you aren’t quite sure what it is. “Who might you be?” 

“Sorry, sir. I am Y/N L/N. Today is my first day as a member of the BAU. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His dark expression immediately lightens as he gives you a small smile. 

“Ah. It’s nice to meet you as well. Sorry to scare you. I just have to keep these trouble makers in line from time to time.” Seeing him smile causes you to grin as well, beginning to relax again.

“Of course. It’s not a problem at all sir.” 

“Well I’m David Rossi. Welcome to the BAU, I guess would be an appropriate introduction. I promise I’m not always so scary.” 

“Just most of the time.” Derek adds, causing David to give him a look.

“Please ignore him. I like to think I’m a nice man. I don’t want to scare you off on your first day.” At this you can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh trust me sir, you won’t. I’ve worked really hard to get here. There’s no getting rid of me now.” This causes him to laugh. 

“That’s a good attitude to have. It’ll get you pretty far in this career. Keep working, keep putting the bad people away. It may take a while but it’s a gratifying feeling. In the meantime, just keep your chin up and you’ll be just fine. You seem like a bright kid.” 

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.” 

“Please, you can call me Rossi. Everyone else does.” 

“Okay. Rossi. Thanks.” With a warm smile he pats your arm. 

“If you want a prime example of working hard to get ahead, look at Hotch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man not at work. That’s why he’s the boss.” Derek says. His words make your breath hitch. Just the mention of his name makes you nervous. It’s been such a long time since you’ve seen him and you only spent time together for one day but even so he has been such a huge inspiration to you. And seemingly for good reason. You already know that Hotchner is going to be the man to impress around here but you don’t mind that much.

“Speaking of, have you spoken with Hotch yet today?” Rossi asks. 

“No. I actually have some paperwork that I need to give to him before we leave, clearing me to travel and all of that. Could I possibly see him now?” You try not to sound too desperately hopeful.

“Yeah, of course. His office is right up there.” Rossi points to a door across the room. With a deep breath you nod in gratitude and then begin making the walk over to his office. It seems like an endless journey as you remind yourself over and over again that he’s just a person and you don’t need to be so afraid. Or nervous. Excited? Infatuated? Whatever the feeling is, it’s overwhelming. Once you’re outside his door, you close your eyes and breath before knocking. His voice is clear coming from the other side as he tells you to come in. 

Opening the door cautiously, you step inside with paperwork in hand. Hotch is sitting at his desk filling something out, not looking up.

“Good morning sir.” Upon hearing your voice he looks quickly up at you. His eyes are just as dark and intense as you dreamed, fixated completely on you. The two of you maintain eye contact for a moment and the world is nothing but him. Suddenly realizing what you’re doing you force yourself to snap out of it, reminding yourself that this man is your boss and you’re acting like a lunatic. 

“Good morning.” He says simply, not moving as he watches you intently. Willing yourself to gather up all of your confidence, you walk over to stand right in front of his desk. 

“It’s really lovely to see you again. Being here is like a dream. At the BAU, I mean. I’ve been looking forward to it for so long, I almost can’t believe that I’m here. Now that I am though, I’m ready to work. I plan to earn your trust now just like I did the last time we worked together. I won’t let you down.” With a sudden flush of embarrassment, you grip the papers tightly. You have only been in his office for a few seconds and already you have completely exploded in excitement. Taking another breath, you calm yourself. “Sorry sir. I’m just very excited to be here. If you couldn’t tell.” 

There is another moment of silence as Hotch’s eyes stay locked on yours, scrutinizing your expression with calm intensity. For a second you can almost see him thinking, as though he’s working something out in his head though you aren’t quite sure what that is. After a moment he stands up, putting you both on equal footing. Everything about him commands your focus and attention. A quiet prayer hangs on your lips as you wait for him to say your name again after all this time. Just once is all you need and then you’d be happy. No more daydreams, no more delusions, no more distractions. Just once and you can do your job. If only he’d quit staring at you so deeply and tell you exactly what you want to hear.

“I do appreciate your heartfelt words ma’am but I’m afraid I’m at a loss. I’m not sure I know who you are.” With that your heart drops. Of all the things he could have possibly said, this was the most disappointing. It’s such a small sentence but it is a mighty blow.

“I’m sorry?” You inquire, hoping that maybe you misunderstood.

“I’m really very sorry ma’am but I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not sure we’ve ever met.” Nope, you had understood what he was saying perfectly much to your dismay.

“My name is Y/N L/N sir. We did meet a little over a year ago now. You came to my hometown to work on a case and I spent the day shadowing you. I was a student at the time. Today is my first day here as a team member.” Hotch says nothing in response for a time, his expression exposing what seems to be a deep sense of regret. 

“I apologize. We go through a lot of cases, it’s difficult for me to keep track of all the people that come and go in my life.” That is all you need to hear to shut down any further fantasizing. You had come and gone from his life a long time ago. Frankly you feel foolish for indulging these thoughts anyway. It was one day a year ago. There is nothing to look into. He is your boss now, not some high school crush. This is a professional environment. This would be for the better anyway. At least those are the sorts of things you tell yourself. “I really don’t mean any offense. It’s nice to meet you. Needless to say we’ll get to know each other now since we’ll be working together. Welcome to the team.” He tries to soften his expression but there is still a severity to it that doesn’t ease the knot in your stomach. 

“It’s really my fault, sir. I shouldn’t have expected you to remember me. It was a long time ago and you’re a very busy man. No offense taken. I’m excited to work with you.” Trying to change the subject, you extend your paperwork towards him. “Here’s all of my entry paperwork. It gives me authorization to travel, my medical and professional history is there as well. All I need is your signature and I will be clear to begin working.” Looking through it quickly he nods before signing each of the necessary lines. He hands it back to you and you nod awkwardly before deciding to merely head towards the door. “Thank you sir. I’ll take this to the front desk really quickly and I’ll be good to work this latest case. I’ve already brought a go-bag.” 

“Oh, you won’t be needing a go-bag.” This stops you in your tracks.

“I won’t?” You ask, turning to face him. 

“No, you won’t. You’re not travelling with us for the case.” Every dream you’d had about your first day at the BAU is crumbling around you with every word that comes out of his mouth. 

“Can I ask why, sir?” Leaning down to open a cabinet, he pulls out his own go-bag and unzips it to check its contents. This simple act of dismissal is enough to make you feel an inch tall. 

“It’s only your first day, I don’t hardly know anything about you. I don’t feel comfortable taking an agent into the field that is practically a stranger to me and to the rest of my team. It will only compromise your safety and the safety of others. When I get back, we’ll have a discussion and see where you’re at when the next case rolls around.”

“But sir,” For a second your own words ring in your head. You’re the boss. No explanation necessary. You are not the kind of person that questions authority. You never have been and you thought you never would be but hearing your new boss say this to you makes your blood boil for some reason. It’s like Spencer said. You have as much right to be here as anyone else and you have not gone through seven years of grueling work to be put on the sidelines from day one. “I have studied and trained for a long time. I put in the work, the same as the rest of you and that’s why I’m here. I didn’t just show up on accident, it’s because I’m good at what I do. I have all the paperwork and I am prepared to put in the effort on this case.” His movements have stopped now and his eyes stay locked on yours, unable to look away as you speak. Once you’re finished he breaks away and sighs deeply. 

“I am not disputing any of that but I am responsible for the safety of my team and now that includes you. It would make me feel much better if I could talk with you before sending you to the front lines. I’m on your side here even if it doesn’t seem like it. But at the end of the day I am your boss and I have final say. The answer is no. I want to like you, Y/N. Don’t give me reason to distrust you on your first day.” 

“Yes sir,” Is all you are able to mutter as you feel yourself deflate. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.” The shift in your demeanor must have been palpable because his expression suddenly softens and a hint of a smile ghosts over his lips as he walks over to you. 

“I know you didn’t. I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’ll have your chance soon enough.” With that, he grabs his bag and walks out of the office. In no more than ten minutes all of your big hopes and dreams for your perfect first day at the BAU were crushed. Everything has been happening so fast that it still seems like it might not be real. It’s all you can do to walk back out into the bullpen. Derek is the first one to notice your mood shift. 

“What happened?” With a forced smile you shake your head.

“I’m not going to be joining you guys. The boss doesn’t feel comfortable letting me into the field just yet. I guess it makes sense.” Hearing this, Derek, JJ, and Spencer all three share a confused look.

“It actually doesn’t make that much sense. If you’ve got the paperwork, you are clear to go in the field. Everything should be in order. I’m not sure why he would wanna keep you behind. You’ll learn more in the field than you will sitting here.” Emily and JJ nod in agreement and you shrug off his questioning.

“It is what it is. I’ll just have to make the most out of it.” You quiet down but he can see that there is still something upsetting you.

“Okay, come on. What else happened?” The expression on his face is one of determination as he stares you down, waiting for an answer. 

“It’s nothing really. It’s just that he didn’t remember me and I was a little disappointed. That’s all. It’s not really a big deal.” 

“No, that is definitely a big deal. Hotch is not a forgetful man. Especially when it comes to people. If he worked one on one with you a year ago and he knew you were going to be a future member of his team, he would have paid especially close attention to you. That just definitely doesn’t seem right to me.” As much as you agreed with him you decided now wasn’t the time to push the issue. 

“Well, I’m sure he just had a lot on his mind. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, good luck guys. I’ll see you when you get back.” The look on Derek’s face indicates that he wants to continue the conversation but he doesn’t. The three of them grab their go-bags and head to the door. Following them you smile when Derek gives you a side hug.

“We’ll all go get a drink when we get back. I promise.” You nod. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” Before he can walk out the doors with the others you stop him. “Hey. Thanks. I know we still don’t know each other that well but I appreciate you making me feel welcome.” 

“No problem, kid. You’re one of us now. We have to protect our own.” With one last smile he disappears through the main doors. Stepping out after him you stop when you see Hotch standing right outside the doors. With a small breath you walk over to him. 

“You’ll be working with our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. Go down to the bottom floor. Her office will be the third door on the right when you get off the elevator. She’ll introduce herself. She’s very friendly. We’ll speak when I get back.” With that, he too disappears. 

In little more than thirty minutes, your perfect day is ruined before it has even really begun. Thoughts spin inside your head faster than you can comprehend. It feels like your fault for letting your expectations get so high. There is no way of erasing it. No matter how many good days you have from here on out, your first day at the BAU will always be a sad memory. It hadn’t been all bad of course. It had been nice to talk with the other team members for the short time that you had. However, that feeling was quickly ruined by your interaction with Hotchner. He was one of the main reasons you were so excited to begin working. You were sure that he would have some inspirational words of advice for you but all he had done was make you feel belittled. There was no way of taking that back. Now you were side lined for your very first case and it was completely out of your control. You really wish you had your good luck charm right about now. Something tells you you’re going to need it now more than ever. The Hotch that exists within that business card is the one you want to linger in your memories. The respectful and professional agent who had made you feel so respected and appreciated. That is the Hotch you need right now but that isn’t the man you’d spoken with today. That is what broke your heart more than anything. With one last longing look at the main doors you gather yourself up and head down to meet Penelope Garcia. 

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dean is an old man so he gets to struggle with technology. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. read the rest below the cut or on ao3!

Museums had always been Sam’s thing. After he finished school, the kid would beg Dean to drop him off downtown wherever the nearest one was. Dean would make sure to scrape together enough change for Sam to get in, and he’d pick him up before closing. The last time he did that, Dean was, what? Seventeen? Eighteen? God knows that he never thought he’d be paying to get into a museum again, yet here he is, forty three, and paying for not one, but two tickets.

“That’ll be fourteen seventy six,” the bored looking teen at the desk says.

“Thanks,” Dean says.

The guy holds out two bright orange wristbands. “Hours end at six. These will get you into IMAX and the butterfly garden. Please don’t touch anything. Have a nice day.”

Dean grabs them and offers a quick “you too,” before he’s ducking off to the side.

Cas barely notices when Dean grabs his arm to fix the bracelet on him; already, he’s looking around, peering over Dean’s shoulder to squint at the nearest exhibits. He waits while Dean takes care of his own bracelet.

Dean finishes fastening it before looking back at his boyfriend. “So, man, where are we going first?”

“The dinosaur exhibit,” Cas says immediately, and before Dean knows it, Cas is taking him by the hand and pulling him along.

The first thing they stop by is the fucking humongous skeleton of some flying creature. It’s suspended from the ceiling, wings (arms?) extended in flight. A tyro— tero-something, Dean thinks he remembers.

“Pteranodon,” Cas says, like he’s reading Dean’s mind. “From the Cretaceous period. This one is small for its species.”

“Small?” Dean repeats, disbelieving.

“Yes,” Cas says, studying it intently. “Their wingspans could get up to twenty three feet, though if Gabriel had his way, they would have been even bigger.”

Dean switches from gawking at the pteranodon to gawking at him. “Dude.”

“I don’t know why this surprises you,” Cas says. He’s clearly amused. “You’ve faced God and yet a fossil renders you speechless.”

“I said ‘dude,’” Dean argues weakly, but he’s already being pulled to the next exhibit. He’s able to name it as a stegosaurus and grins widely when Cas tells him he’s right. Then goes right back to gaping when Cas keeps talking, going so far as to correct the information on the informational sign.

Holy shit. His ex-celestial boyfriend is a walking encyclopedia. He’s more qualified than whichever oldass historian who wrote the little blurb on the usage of a stegosaurus’ plates.

When he says this, Cas says, “I was there. I am more qualified.”

“Alright, Grandpa.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Forgot for a minute that you were one of the fossils, too.”

“Does that mean you’re into older men?” Cas asks, and now Dean’s the one pulling Cas away to the next pile of bones. He ignores Cas’ pleased little smirk and points at the skeleton.

“You wanna ID this guy, Dr. Grant?”

The look Cas gives him tells him that there’s no way he’s living this down, but mercifully, he answers and goes onto an unfairly adorable tangent about a dilophosaurus he possessed during the early Jurassic.

And that’s how they continue throughout the rest of the museum. Dean points to a skeleton or a vase or picture and Cas will spout off whatever he knows about it. In the Egyptian Wing, it’s a story about the one time Balthazar and Horus played a game of high stakes poker (half of the heavenly host had to dress in drag for a century and Horus never let them forget it). An old piece of parchment in the Medieval Wing and he’s going on about the one time a guy bought land in England for twenty-six-thousand-and-some eels. Cas sees a collection of bugs preserved in amber and Dean listens to him ramble excitedly about prehistoric insects for a solid twenty minutes. If he were here with Sam, there’s no doubt in his mind that he’d be begging to leave, or at least get a snack. Instead, he’s content to listen to Cas talk about his bugs and eels and dinosaurs for however long he wants, because sappy as it is, he loves the way Cas seems lighter like this. Happy.

Ultimately, that’s how Cas convinces him to go into the butterfly garden. The moment he catches sight of their brightly colored wings through the glass, his eyes brighten, and Dean finds himself pulling Cas inside.

In all honesty, he doesn’t understand the guy’s obsession with bees or anything that flies, but the pleased smile on his face more than makes up for it.

Dean barely notices the room at first— warm and covered with green, tropical potted plants— too focused on that smile, until something big and yellow flies right in front of his face. He jerks backwards reflexively.

“That was a western tiger swallowtail,” Cas tells him. “They’re harmless.”

Dean squeezes his hand and Cas squeezes back. “Harmless. Got it.”

“Generally, butterflies have no ability to harm humans, unless you eat one,” Cas says.

“Why the hell would I eat one?” Dean says.

Cas doesn’t answer, because this is the moment when the butterflies decide to take more interest in him. A blue one touches down in his hair, and then another one flutters past Dean to cling to his shoulder before beginning to explore his arm. Cas watches them almost reverently, the corners of his lips turning up softly.

It’s the kind of smile Dean’s always trying to get out of him and he grins when he sees it. It’s the kind of smile he wants to save, to tuck away and keep safe for as long as he can. The kind that turns his stomach into a butterfly exhibit (though maybe he won’t be using that metaphor now that he’s learned butterflies are apparently poisonous).

He reaches for the phone in his pocket, and that’s when he realizes that he and Cas have been holding hands this whole time. From Cas dragging him towards the pteranodon to now, neither of them have let go.

“Cas,” he says regretfully, because holding hands for the past two and a half hours has actually been really nice, “mind if I borrow my hand?”

“Yes,” Cas says. He holds Dean’s a little bit closer, never looking away from his elbow, the new location of the black and red one from his shoulder.

“I wanna get a picture!” Dean says.

“Use your other hand,” Cas suggests. “This one is mine.”

“I can’t take a picture with one hand,” Dean protests. You need one hand to hold the phone, the other to press the button. If Cas can sprout obscure trivia facts about the eating habits of cavemen, he should know this. He starts to pull back his hand. “Just for a second��“

“No,” Cas says, and Dean’s right back where he started. “Claire can take pictures with one hand. I have faith in your ability to figure it out.”

Dean curses under his breath as he uses his free hand to pull out his phone. He fumbles it a little opening the camera and getting it into position

When Cas looks from the butterfly on his arm to Dean, he beams, and now Dean feels unreasonably proud of himself for getting this far without dropping his phone. He shifts his grip on it, hovers his finger over the button, and taps.

There’s a click, and this ridiculous moment is preserved, like the rest of the things here in this museum. With a little more difficulty, he taps into his camera roll.

It’s a good picture, is the first thing Dean thinks. Cas’ eyes are crinkled as he grins, the two butterflies have their wings spread, and sometime while Dean was dealing with the phone another blue one showed up. The other people in the garden managed to stay out of the background. The lighting isn’t awful, Cas’ face isn’t covered in shadow. And in the bottom corner of the picture, he’s holding Dean’s hand.

It’s a damn good picture. His old man technological struggle was worth it.

“You look happy,” Cas notices.

Was “happy” a word Dean ever thought he’d use in a museum? No. But—

“Yeah,” Dean says, smiling. “Tell me about your butterflies?”

And Cas does.

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The Empress pt.VII

Ya like weddings?

Warnings: Hinting to sexual Innuendos.

   “I don't mind them” you said, taking your seat in front of him per usual. “Why do you ask?” you questioned, your head tilting slightly. your eyes watching his kind ones.

   “General Hawthorne is marrying her lover, since she is a friend of mine since our early childhood, she asked me to walk her down the isle in place of her deceased father” you smiled gently finding that action very sweet. “Since I was going with my family... I was curious if you would attend as my date perhaps?” pink dusted his cheeks, watching your eyes intently for your response. your cheeks flushed at the question.

   “I-Id love too” you said, eyes slightly widened. You could feel your heart beating faster, subconsciously you started to fidget with your hands. He asked you as his date. Phil’s words laced through your mind slowly. 

   Techno's form visibly relaxed at your words. feeling a major weight lifted off his shoulders. He had herd from Phil that you were quite soft with the thought of him, as was Techno of you. after your nightly snowball fight, Techno couldn't get you out of his mind. That night he thought for hours on the sight of you under him, smiling ever so fondly up at him. It had his heart in complete knots. He could tell you trusted him completely. For how you always put your guard down around him, it made it easy for him to read you. He saw your lingering eyes at dinners and the casual times you would reach out for him, hug him or just make attempts at contact. He could hear how your voice was when he had to leave. You wanted him to stay. Techno would admit, although he wasn't one for many gatherings. the idea of seeing you in something more formal had him rather eager. He never had a taste for the court women, there poofy frilly dresses, all the extra jewelry they would drape on themselves. He never found attraction to it. Yet when his eyes linger to you, he couldn't wait to see how you presented yourself. Would you wear jewelry? He thought back to the golden earrings you had made a while ago. his eyes lingered to his desk drawer.

   “I suppose if your going as my date, you should have the finest things. correct?” Techno's eyes glanced to you. You looked at him doe-eyed, he had to clear his throat and glance away. His cheeks going pinker at the sight of you.

   “I-I... I mean, I’ll be ok with what I have Techno” You watched him. He pulled one of his drawers out and taken something out.

   Techno sighed. “(y/n) I'm gonna be honest with you...” He said walking to stand in front of you. He offered you his hand, when you took it you could feel how clamy his hand was. He was nervous. He gently pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. although he towered you, you were not scared by his presence. You actually found him very comforting. He gently let go of your hand and showed you a little velvet box. You recognized this box easily. It’s what you put the earrings you made in. “Do you remember these?” He asked. You nodded in response. how could you forget after all. “What was the ingot, and gem’s I gave you, when you made these?” You paused briefly. thinking back on this.

   “It was a gold ingot, and emerald's” You said looking up to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

   “It wasn't just any golden ingot” He said, his eyes now finding yours. “Do you remember when I raided that Mansion? the night we found Tommy?” You nodded. again, how could you forget something that was important to you. Yes, you remembered it for Tommy, but it also was the day Techno said the two of you were friends. “That night I left with a totem of undying. That totem will guarantee that the person holding it will not die.” He pressed his lips.  collecting his thoughts. “I..I-I don't let people very close to me... But you, Your just different. I-I, I cant put my finger on why. But you are, and when I say I will protect you. I promise, I will protect you.” His cheeks were a light red now. He was stumbling over his words as he opened the box to show the earrings you made. “I understand that at times, I wont be at your side. But I made a promise to your father, that at no point would I ley harm befall you” You gently rested your hand on his to reassure him. He was nervous, you knew he had no reason to. But that didn't stop him from stumbling over himself. “What I'm tryin’ to say is. Please... Please wear these for me...”

   You knew Techno well enough to know that this was his way of saying he cared for you. He was asking you to wear something that would prevent your life from ending. You gave him a kind smile, almost a loving one. “Anything to make you happy” You said softly. His eyes softened by ten-fold. Oh you definitely had his heart in your hand. “could you put them in for me?” You asked, looking up at him. He gave you a slow nod. gently removing your studs, he placed them on his desk as to not loose them to the floor. You felt him put your new emerald earrings in. The Gold of them made with totem of undying. The earrings you now wore, were the same style ones that Techno and Phil wore together. The three of you now having matching earrings.

   Techno’s eyes lingered as he put the earrings in. You were so warm to the touch, your skin ever so soft. when you looked up to him with innocence. He couldn't help but think of other things...

   later that night you were sitting on your bed thinking. You had forgotten to ask Techno about himself. Far to lost with the moment he gave you, your new favorite earrings. You glanced to your clock. It was late. Your mind drifted back to Techno. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to see him again and talk to him more. 

   “maybe... just a quick visit...” you said to yourself as you got up, slowly waling out of your room. Heading for Technoblade’s room. You had never been to his room, of course you’ve passed it. But you’ve never had a reason to enter, until now. You knocked gently on the large door. waiting for a ‘Enter’ or some signal to go in.

   When the door opened it was your turn to go speechless, and red with blush. Techno stood there lazily, his hair was completely down and brushed out of every braid he normally wore. He had no crown, and no shirt. You couldn't help how your eyes fell, I mean you already were chest level with him, but this did not help. He did go pink at your longing stare, choosing to tease you about it for more amusement. “You know my eye’s are up here Princess...” You drew in a breath and quickly spewed out apologies. only earning a fond chuckle from him. “I'm only kiddin’” He leaned on the door way well giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your blush never leaving. “what brings you to my room? Don't tell me your still tryna’ sleep with me now” You gave him a shy smile before starting.

   “I uhm.. wanted to actually ask you a bit about yourself... I meant to earlier, but we were side tracked with the earrings.” You explained. He hummed and stepped aside for you. You gave him a quizzical look not understanding why he moved.

   “I'm not going to talk to you at my doorway, Princess” You realized he wanted you to come inside. you slowly entered, having not expected this turn of advents. Well you looked around you realized he actually had a nice room. It was a decent size room. In the middle was a rather large, four-poster bed, the covers were pulled back a bit signaling he probably had just gotten out of bed to get the door. There was a fireplace across from his bed with two sofa’s placed in front of it. He had two doors made of glass that led to a rather large balcony beside his bed. Where the room looked natural, there were books lingering, and set aside everywhere, he had bookshelves against the wall. Somehow it fit for him. On one wall there were two doors. one probably being a bathroom and the other for a closet. His room was actually pretty cold contrasting to the way it looked. You assumed it was like this because his body temperature was hotter like Phil said. “Would you like to sit at the sofa or the bed?” his eyes lingered yours. 

   Glancing between the two you really didn't mind, your rubbed your arms from the chill of the room well you thought. Techno had noticed this and walked towards his bed, pulling the covers back more. “Here... clime in over here. If your cold now, your just going to get colder.” you looked to him and went pink. You chewed your lip a bit thinking, ultimately deciding it wouldn't hurt to sit beside him.

   You walked over and climbed up onto his bed. it was so soft, you relaxed down and pulled the covers over your legs, praying for the heaviness of the blankets to rush forth their warmth. Techno climbed in next to you and got comfortable again. As he shifted he figured he would ask. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” he moved his head to face yours. 

   You both were laying on your backs, loosely facing each other. “Well... I guess id just like to know more. You know about my childhood and stuff... I was curious if I could know about yours maybe” He pondered a bit, thinking about your words.

   “I suppose that’s fair. It’s a bit lengthy though, princess” you shifted your body and faced him, showing he had your full attention.

   “I don't mind. Your interesting, anything you tell me will be worth it” He smiled softly at you.

   “is that so...” he mused. You nodded and he lightly chuckled, running a hand over his face well he thought. Your eyes lingered down his jaw to his neck. Without his usual pendants it looked bare, he had a prominent collar bone. His shoulder muscles also were very prominent. All in all Techno had a side profile of a god. 

   After Techno thought of were to start, he slowly began. “When I was about one or two Phil had found me in the Nether. I guess he was just making a supply run for some potions and I was just left behind. He couldn't leave me there so he took me home with him... That's when I met my Mother. She was a very kind and loving person... She always cared more about others than herself. She Taught me how to read, write, she basically taught me everything she could..” His eyes went a little sad. you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed thickly. “She didn't care that I was a hybrid, she was always protective of me... If someone from the court made a comment on me not being a prince she wouldn't hesitate to stand up for my name. Of course Phil would stand up for me too, but mother was the most protective of her boys.” He took a deep breath pondering again. “when I was five Mother had Wilbur, it was a weird adjustment to being a older brother, but I didn't care, I took Wil with me wherever I could. He could be a massive pain, but he’s still my brother” You gave him a sweet smile, finding it cute of how he talked about his brother. “When Wilbur was Four, I was Nine.” he gave a slight pained laugh. suppressing his emotion. “It was right after my birthday... Mother and Dadza had sat down for a dinner. In the middle of it she started to choke. We knew there was a spy among us, after all we were in a rough spot with one other country." He let out a sharp breath "But those bastards targeted her." You gently rested your hand on his arm for reassurance, your smile having fallen. Gently rubbing your thumb over his arm. You didn't realize how strong he was until you felt his muscles under your hand. Slowly he continued on. "I had always herd voices.. they linger and get louder when they ban together... sometimes they request things... Other times just they talk among themselves...” Your brow furrowed as his tone lowered and slowed. His head turned to you, almost checking to make sure he didn't scare you with that information. He was tense, but as soon as he met your eyes he relaxed slowly. “When Dadza and I realized why she was choking... We found out my voices had a very keen ideal for violence... Her funeral was hard... The whole palace adored her completely... Not to mention Wilbur took it the hardest... It does still bother me on some days... But after a while I just came to terms she wouldn't come back." Your slowly rubbed your thumb over his arm again. Gently giving a squeeze to show some reassurance. He gave a soft slight smile. Resting his hand on yours. " When I turned Fifteen Dadza had stepped down from the throne and gave it to me. He said it was time to make a name for myself. About that time Sarah Joined the army. That's when we started turning our small kingdom into a expanding Empire. We had the same ideals and goals so we knew with each others support we could do it” you watched him. Unlike Wilbur who wasn't over his mothers death, Techno, like he said was over his stage of grief. He mourned, but knew nothing would bring her back. So it was best not to live in the past.

   You adjusted your head on the pillows to see him better. "You said Sarah was a childhood friend?" He hummed, his hand still rested on yours. Offering warmth to your rather cold ones.

   "I know I met her when my mother was alive. Sarah's mom was my mothers personal Knight, and best friend. Sarah's father was part of our court too, so she was always around one way or another." Techno subconsciously shifted closer to you. Your hand still beneath his. "The court tried to set us up, but Sarah made it clear that she was strictly devoted to her work. Well, she was. Couple months months ago she proposed to the jeweler's Daughter. So as of lately she's been trying to sort things out for the wedding." You smiled softly. Happy that she had someone to confide her love in. "Sarah's a good General... She has her blood thirsty tendencies, but she's a good woman. She just wants, what's best for the Empire and for the Royal family." He let your hand go and slowly turned to face you, now resting on his side. His eyes lingered yours and then slowly dropped down to your lips, and neck. He took your hand in his and and held it gently. Liking the feeling of your gentle hand in his.

   Your hand wasn't soft, it was calloused with the hard work you put into your trade. Although Calloused they were ever so gentle. When Techno held your hand he could only marvel at how tiny it was.

   Recently techno had started thinking. Especially after the snowball fight. You laced his mind before, but now it was becoming a awfully noticeable. You were actually the other reason Seraphina was in Techno's office. Techno had a feeling that what he felt for you, went beyond a casual friendship. But, he's had no prior relationships to base this off of so he needed a outside opinion.

    He found himself pondering you quite often, whether late at night, when he was in his office. Ect. He had even talked to Phil about it. Sarah poked fun that Techno finally had fallen for someone, specifically you. Unlike Sarah, Phil was casual when talking to Techno. Asking if you made him happy, if your happiness was important to him. Techno knew he wanted someone strong, kind, and gentle. But also someone who could make a elegant, but confident Empress. When he thought of you, he knew you were everything he wanted. You were kind, gentle, hardworking, smart, and your confidence was growing daily. Phil had mentioned that he knew he had met the right person, when he couldn't see her with anyone else but him. When Techno tried to imagine you with a different man, he could feel his stomach twist into the beginning of jealously.

   Well he pondered this, it hit him. Almost full force.

   He wanted you.

   After the talk of Techno's childhood, and Sarah's wedding. You two sat in a soft silence, having no urge to talk and disrupt it. The walls had the light of the fire dancing in front of you two. the light dancing over techno’s and your face. Your eyes flickered between each other, almost waiting for someone to make a move. Occasionally techno would glance to your lips or neck again. But you would also catch him looking at your earring. He was always hard to read, so you just sat admiring him. Wishing to wrap your arms around him in another hug.

   Soon his hand let yours go. You gave him a slight confused expression, having loved the feeling of his hand on yours. you went to protest but you were cut off.

   Techno cupped your cheek gently. Moving closer to press his lips to yours in a ever so sweet kiss. It wasn't forced, he allowed room incase you wished to pull back from him. But thankfully you didn't. You rested your hand on his and kissed him back with everything you had. 

   The kiss was worth a million words. Unspoken words. Techno had a hard time explaining his feelings. But his actions always shown where he stood with people, and where he wanted to stand with you, was right at your side.

   He did slowly part from you, his eyes lingering yours for any sign of disproval or hesitation. But he saw none. You were looking up at him doe-eyed, he couldn't help but want to stare at how pleading you looked.

   "May I.. k...kiss you again?..." He asked softly. You nodded, your cheeks far past pink and going to a hot red. You could only utter out a quiet 'please'.

   He didn't hesitate to give you what you wished for. His lips were back on yours. To make it easier he sat up on his elbow a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you tightly against him, well his lips never left yours. He could feel your arm snake around his neck, the other one resting on his chest. your body was beckoning him closer. His hand held firm on your back, keeping you pressed to him. He didn't want to let you go, now that he had you. now that you were in his bed. He wanted nothing more than to keep you close and protected.

   The kiss, although loving and soft, was deep and passionate. Something that you and Techno had wanted from each other, and now that it was a arm's length away, you were not going to let it go.

   Techno had wanted this moment longer than he realized. The feeling of your soft lips on his was addicting, he didn't want to stop. Without much thought he gently moved his hand down to your thigh, pulling it closer so your legs intertwined with his. Only roughly a hour ago he was joking about you sleeping with him. But if you continued your grip on his shoulder he sworn he may have just went through with it. Techno couldn't deny it any longer.

He was in love.

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